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Bob Maar
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posted 10-08-2003 07:44 AM
Rated G ![[Smile]](smile.gif)
Moments To Remember
The New Years's Eve, We did the town
The day we tore the Goal posts down
We will have these moments to remember
The quiet walks, the noisy fun,
The bar room prize, we almost won
We will have these moments, to remember.
Though Summer turns to Winter,and The present disappears,
The laughter we were glad to share,glad to share
will echo through the years.
When other nights, .and other days
may find a star in a separate way
We will have these moments, to Remember
Recorded by The Four Lads -1955
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Bob Maar
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posted 11-19-2003 09:40 AM
Rated G 50's Love Song
IF YOU LOVE ME REALLY LOVE ME
Kay Starr
Words by Geoffrey Parsons/Music by Marguerite Monnot
If the sun should tumble from the sky,
if the sea should suddenly run dry
If you love me, really love me,
Let it happen I won't care
If a dream I fear should fall apart
I can still be smiling with my heart
If you love me, really love me,
Let it happen darling I won't care
Shall I catch a shooting star,
Shall I bring it where you are
If you only say you care
I can make a mountain fall
I'll do anything at all
As long as you are there
When at last my life on earth is through,
I will share eternity with you
If you love me, really love me,
Let it happen darling I won't care
REPEAT LAST VERSE
Let it happen darling I won't care
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Bob Maar
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posted 12-09-2003 08:32 AM
Rated G B.B.
New Jersey (To the Tune of "Winter Wonderland)
Driver's swear ..... are you listenin',
At the Mall .....folks are gripein',
A miserable sight ..... they're sorry tonite,
Drivin' in New Jersey's TrafficLand!
Gone away ...... are your tires,
meter has ...... just expired,
They towed you away, while you shopped today,
Parkin' in New Jersey's TrafficLand!
On the Parkway we will have a breakdown,
We'll be stuck and threatened on the side,
If we're lucky, someone might come mug us,
And if we plead they may give us a ride!
Santa's sleigh ..... was impounded,
All the Elves ...... were surrounded,
He's now in a cell .... for ringin' his bell,
Living in New Jersey's TrafficLand! ![[Big Grin]](biggrin.gif)
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Bob Maar
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posted 12-12-2003 12:25 AM
Rated G Lorraine
Sung by Dog to Winter Wonderland Tune
Dog tags ring, are you listenin'?
In the lane, snow is glistenin'.
It's yellow, NOT white - I've been there tonight,
Marking up my winter wonderland.
Smell that tree? That's my fragrance.
It's a sign for wand'ring vagrants;
"Avoid where I pee, it's MY pro-per-ty!
Marked up as my winter wonderland."
In the meadow dad will build a snowman,
following the classical design.
Then I'll lift my leg and let it go Man,
So all the world will know it's
mine-mine-mine!
Straight from me to the fencepost,
flows my natural incense boast;
"Stay off of my TURF, this small piece of earth,
I marked it as my winter wonderland.
(Author Unknown)
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Bob Maar
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posted 01-19-2004 07:06 AM
Rated G
Music and Lyrics by Bob Dylan
- Blowing In The Wind Lyrics -
How many roads must a man walk down,
before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove fly,
before she sleeps in the sand?
And how many times must a cannon ball fly,
before they're forever banned?
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.
How many years can a mountain exist,
before it is washed to the sea?
How many years can some people exist,
before they're allowed to be free?
And how many times can a man turn his head,
and pretend that he just doesn't see?
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.
How many times must a man look up,
before he sees the sky?
And how many ears must one man have,
before he can hear people cry ?
And how many deaths will it take till we know,
that too many people have died?
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.
(Fading out)
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Bob Maar
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posted 01-19-2004 07:18 AM
Rated G
WILLIE McBRIDE
It is one of the most hauntingly beautiful anti war songs of all time. The Green Fields Of France was written by Eric Bogle as he sat by the WW1 gravestone of Private Willie McBride. But who was the young soldier buried there? And where in Northern Ireland did he come from?
According to Bogle’s song, he was a soldier who died in 1916 on the western front in France. Eric Bogle is a scot, resident in Australia, and the words of his song make it clear that he believed Willie McBride to be a fellow Scot. The question “Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest” posed in the balled indicates such a belief: pipers playing a Scottish lament could only have been performing the obsequies of a Scottish soldier. Some years ago in an interview with Bogle in which he was to have stated that the soldier’s headstone bore the inscription Gunner William McBride but, believing that people would not understand that this was a military rank, he substituted Private Willie McBride in his lyrics. Many versions of the song now simply describe him as young Willie McBride. If McBride was a gunner-a private soldier in the Royal Artillery –then the mystery of Willie McBride deepens. For there was a Gunner William McBride of the Royal Field Artillery who died in France in 1917 and he was an Irishman. Gunner McBride was the son of William and Isabella McBride of Ash Grove, Newry. But he has no known grave and is commemorated on Panel 1 of the Cambrai Memorial in the Nord department of France. No one could have rested beside his grave. There is one other William McBride who was Irish and served in the Gunners. A second lieutenant in the Royal Field Artillery, and a Belfastman, Lieutenant William Wilson McBride of 229 Siege Battery, Royal Garrison Artillery, died on December 5, 1917 at the age of 20. He was the son of William Durham and Elizabeth Wallace McBride of Malone, Belfast. He does have a known grave, but Lieutenant McBride was killed in action on the Italian front. So, having eliminated the Gunners both of whom died in 1917 anyway, lets turn to the infantry where we find several Willie McBrides. There are 13, in fact most of whom served in Scottish regiments. Those who died in 1916 included three Irish soldiers, two from the Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers and one from the Royal Irish Rifles. The two Inniskillingers were Private William McBride of Dervock, Co Antrim who enlisted in the Royal Irish Rifles in Belfast but later transferred to the Royal Inniskillings Fusiliers and Private William McBride, the son of Joseph and Lina McBride of Roan Cottage, Lislea, Co Armagh.
On February 10,1916, while serving with the 2nd Battalion of the Skins, William McBride from Dervock was killed in action in France. He is buried in Authuile military cemetery, some three miles north of Albert, around which much of the fighting of July 1,1916 took place. His age is not recorded, nor do the records include any details of his family. The other Private William McBride, from Armagh but was also enlisted in Belfast was killed in Action in France on April 22,1916 while serving with the 9th Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers. The 9th Battalion were the Tyrone Volunteers and it is quite possible that Willie McBride had been a member of the UVF. Both Inniskillingers are described as Private as the regiment did not start using the designation Fusilier for a private soldier until 1922. On July 2, 1916 Rifleman William John McBride of the 8th Royal Irish Rifles was killed in Action during the Battle of Albert, more commonly known as the Somme. He has no known grave and is commemorated on the Thiepval Memorial, which dominates the former battlefield. His age is unknown but, since his regimental number was 1442, he was probably a pre-war regular soldier and thus a little older than Boggle’s soldier. None of these men fits exactly into the template of the Willie McBride of the ballad. However, if we look at 1915 instead of 1916 we find two private soldiers and a lance-corporal called William McBride serving in serving in Scottish regiments. None of these three men has a known grave and one died in Gallipoli, thus removing them from the list of possibles. One other Private William McBride lies buried in the green fields of France. Private William McBride, 5th Queen’s Own Highlanders, rests in Banneville-La Campagne war cemetery in Calvados. A Glaswegian, he was 30 years old and married. And there is one other detail that doesn’t fit the ballad he was killed in an altogether bloodier conflict, but one but one which in the public imagination was less bloody than the Great War. This Willie McBride died in the battle for Normandy in 1944. So it looks as if the most plausible identification of Eric Bogle’s Willie McBride is that he was a soldier of the Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers, a young man from Dervock who lost his life on a February day in 1916. It is highly unlikely that there was any formal funeral certainly the presence of pipes, fifes and band is implausible. The real Willie McBride would have been buried by a detachment of his comrades with his battalion chaplain conducting a short service at the graveside. Alternatively, he may have been buried by a grave registration unit.
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Willie McBride
The Words to the Song are as follows:
Well how do you do Private William McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside,
I'll rest for a while in the warm summer sun
I've been walking all day, Lord and I'm nearly done
I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the great fallen of 1916
I hope you died well and I hope you died clean
Or young Willie McBride was it slow and obscene
Chorus:
Did they beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly,
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down ?
and did the band play the last post and chorus ?
And did the pipes play the flowers of the forest
Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined
And though you died back in 1916, to that loyal heart are you forever 19,
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Enshrined there forever behind a glass pane
In an old photograph torn and tattered and stained
And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame
Chorus
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The sun's shining now on the green Fields of France
The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance
The trenches have vanished long under the plough
There's no gas, no barbed wire, there's no guns firing now
But here in this graveyard it's still no man's land
And the countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned
Chorus
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And I can't help but wonder young Willie McBride
Do all who lie here with you know why they died
Did you really believe it when they told you the cause
Did you honestly think that one war would end wars
Well your suffering, your sorrow, your glory, your shame
Your killing, your dying, it was all done in vain..........
'Cos young Willie McBride it all happened again, and again, and again, and again and again
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Bob Maar
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posted 01-20-2004 10:15 AM
Rated G
Battle Hymn of the Republic
The tune was originally a camp-meeting hymn "Oh brothers, will you meet us on Canaan's happy shore?" It evolved into John Brown's Body. Then in 1861 Julia Ward Howe wife of a government official, wrote a poem for Atlantic Monthly for five dollars. The magazine called it, Battle Hymn of the Republic. The music may be by William Steffe.
Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning
Of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
Chorus
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watchfires
Of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar
In the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence
By the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.
Chorus
I have read a fiery gospel writ
In burnished rows of steel:
"As ye deal with My contemners,
So with you My grace shall deal":
Let the Hero born of woman
Crush the serpent with His heel,
Since God is marching on.
Chorus
He has sounded forth the trumpet
That shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men
Before His judgement seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him;
Be jubilant, my feet;
Our God is marching on.
Chorus
In the beauty of the lilies
Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom
That transfigures you and me;
As He died to make men holy,
Let us die to make men free;
While God is marching on.
Chorus
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