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Dropkick Murphys, frecuentemente abreviado como DKM, es una banda de punk y celtic punk (o punk celta) formada en los barrios de trabajadores inmigrantes irlandeses, en South Boston, uno de los barrios de Boston. Ensayaban en el sótano de una barbería propiedad de un amigo, combinando varios tipo de música como punk rock, Oi!, folk irlandés, rock y hardcore, dando como resultado un estilo propio. Sus referencias musicales incluyen formaciones tales como Stiff Little Fingers, The Pogues, The Clash, AC/DC y Swinging Utters.
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- Bastards On Parade
- Blood
- Burn
- Fairmount Hill
- Fields Of Athenry
- Forever
- Going Out Of Style
- Green Fields Of France
- I'm Shipping Up To Boston
- Jimmy Collins' Wake
- Johnny I Hardly Knew Ya
- Kiss Me, I'm Shitfaced
- My Hero
- Rose Tatto
- Rose Tattoo
- Shipping Up To Boston
- Shipping Up To Moscow
- Spicy Mchaggis Jig
- Sshipping Up To Boston
- State Of Massachusetts(nitro Circus Theme Song)
- Tessie
- The Boys Are Back
- The Dirty Glass
- The Season's Upon Us
- The State Of Massachusetts
- Time To Go
- World Full Of Hate
- 1953
- 3Rd Man In
- 4
- A Few Good Man
- Auld Triangle
- Barroom Hero
- Black Velvet Band
- Blood And Whiskey
- Boston Asphalt
- Boys On The Docks
- Broken Hymns
- Burden
- Buried Alive
- Burn Acoustic
- Captain Kellys Kitchen
- Cruel
- Echoes On A Street
- End Of The Night
- Famous For Nothing
- Far Away Coast
- Finnegans Wake
- First Class Loser
- Flannigans Ball
- God Willing
- Going Out In Style
- Gonna Be A Blackout Tonight
- Good Rats
- Hang Em High
- Heroes From Our Past
- I Had A Hat
- Im Shipping Up To Boston
- Jimmy Collins Wake
- Kicked To The Curb
- Kiss Me Im Faced
- Kiss Me Im Shitfaced
- Loyal To No
- Memorial Day
- Never Alone
- Nobodys Hero
- Out Of Our Heads
- Outcast
- Paying My Way
- Peg O My Heart
- Pipebomb On Lansdowne
- Rebels With A Cause
- Sandlot
- Skinhead On The Mbta
- Sunday Hardcore Matinee
- Sunshine Highway
- Surrender
- Take Em Down
- Ten Years Of Service
- Tenant Enemy 1
- The Auld Triangle
- The Chosen Few
- The Fields Of Athenry
- The Gangs All Here
- The Gauntlet
- The Green Fields Of France
- The Hardest Mile
- The Legend Of Finn Maccumhail
- The Lonesome Boatman
- The Rocky Road To Dublin
- The Seasons Upon Us
- The Torch
- The Walking Dead
- The Wild Rover
- Tomorrows Industry
- Until The Next Time
- Walk Away
- Warriors Code
- Workers Song
- Youll Never Walk Alone
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The Green Fields Of France by Dropkick Murphys
this is simaler to other vertions on here but it has a diffrent vertion of the lyrics
hope u all enjoy
|G |G |C |Am
Well, how do you do, Private William McBride,
|D |D |G |D
Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?
|G |G |C |Am
And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun,
|D |D |C |G
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done.
|G |G |C |Am
And I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
|D |D |G|D
When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916,
|G |G |C |Am
Well, I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
|D |D |C |G
Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?
|D |D |C |G
Did they Beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly?
|D |D |C |G
Did the rifles fir o'er you as they lowered you down?
|C |C |D |D
Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus?
|C |Am |D |G
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
|G |G |C |Am
And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
|D |D |G |D
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined?
|G |G |C |Am
And, though you died back in 1916,
|D |D |C |G
To that loyal heart are you forever nineteen?
|G |G |C |Am
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
|D |D |G|D
Forever enshrined behind some glass pane,
|G |G |C |Am
In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,
|D |D |C |G
And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?
|D |D |C |G
Did they Beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly?
|D |D |C |G
Did the rifles fir o'er you as they lowered you down?
|C |C |D |D
Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus?
|C |Am |D |G
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
|G |G |C |Am
The sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
|D |D |G |D
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
|G |G |C |Am
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
|D |D |C |G
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
|G |G |C |Am
But here in this graveyard that's still No Man's Land
|D |D |G |D
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
|G |G |C |Am
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man.
|D |D |C |G
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.
|D |D |C |G
Did they Beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly?
|D |D |C |G
Did the rifles fir o'er you as they lowered you down?
|C |C |D |D
Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus?
|C |Am |D |G
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
|G |G |C |Am
And I can't help but wonder, no Willie McBride,
|D |D |G |D
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
|G |G |C |Am
Did you really believe them when they told you "The Cause?"
|D |D |C |G
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
|G |G |C |Am
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
|D |D |G |D
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,
|D |D |C |G
For Willie McBride, it all happened again,
|D |D |C |G
And again, and again, and again, and again.
this is simaler to other vertions on here but it has a diffrent vertion of the lyrics
hope u all enjoy
|G |G |C |Am
Well, how do you do, Private William McBride,
|D |D |G |D
Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?
|G |G |C |Am
And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun,
|D |D |C |G
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done.
|G |G |C |Am
And I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
|D |D |G|D
When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916,
|G |G |C |Am
Well, I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
|D |D |C |G
Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?
|D |D |C |G
Did they Beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly?
|D |D |C |G
Did the rifles fir o'er you as they lowered you down?
|C |C |D |D
Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus?
|C |Am |D |G
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
|G |G |C |Am
And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
|D |D |G |D
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined?
|G |G |C |Am
And, though you died back in 1916,
|D |D |C |G
To that loyal heart are you forever nineteen?
|G |G |C |Am
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
|D |D |G|D
Forever enshrined behind some glass pane,
|G |G |C |Am
In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,
|D |D |C |G
And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?
|D |D |C |G
Did they Beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly?
|D |D |C |G
Did the rifles fir o'er you as they lowered you down?
|C |C |D |D
Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus?
|C |Am |D |G
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
|G |G |C |Am
The sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
|D |D |G |D
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
|G |G |C |Am
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
|D |D |C |G
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
|G |G |C |Am
But here in this graveyard that's still No Man's Land
|D |D |G |D
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
|G |G |C |Am
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man.
|D |D |C |G
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.
|D |D |C |G
Did they Beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly?
|D |D |C |G
Did the rifles fir o'er you as they lowered you down?
|C |C |D |D
Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus?
|C |Am |D |G
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
|G |G |C |Am
And I can't help but wonder, no Willie McBride,
|D |D |G |D
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
|G |G |C |Am
Did you really believe them when they told you "The Cause?"
|D |D |C |G
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
|G |G |C |Am
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
|D |D |G |D
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,
|D |D |C |G
For Willie McBride, it all happened again,
|D |D |C |G
And again, and again, and again, and again.
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