John Condon taby ukulele według Niamh Parsons

I wish could do this the justice it deserve.  Here goes:

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Just today, another day
Beneath the Belgian sun
Past grave on grave, row upon row
Until I see the name John Condon

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Carved in stone, with harp and crown
Little crosses in the ground
And standing there, my silent prayer
Is for a boy who died a soldier

Chorus
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Wee lad, who'll not grow old
Heros that don't come home
Here they lie in Belgian fields
And Picarde

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Just a recruit in soldier's boots
From Ireland's shores to here
This living hell, this Poelcapelle
Where young men fell like you John Condon

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And all around, harp and crown
The crosses in the ground
Stand up in proof, the bitter truth
The waste of youth that lies forgotten

Chorus

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Now tell me John, before I go on
What did you come here for
With Ireland bored, your life untold
Fourteen years old to die a soldier

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And all around, harp and crown
The crosses in the ground
What cause was served ...
So undeserved ...

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Heros who don't come home
Sing out for all their souls
Here they lie in Belgian fields
And Picarde