Well how do you do young Willie McBride
Do you mind if i sit here down by your grave side
And rest for a while beneath the warm summer sun
I've been walking all day and i'm nearly done
i see by your grave stone you were only nineteen
When you join the great falling in nineteen sixteen
I hope you died well and i hope you died clean
Or young Willie McBride was it slow and obscene

Did they beat the drum slowly
Did they play the fine flowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

Did you leave a wife or a sweet heart behind
In some faithful heart is your memory in shrine
Although you died back in nineteen sixteen
In that faithful heart are you forever nineteen
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Enclosed and forever behind the glass frame
In an old photograph torned battered and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame

Did they beat the drum slowly
Did the play the fine flowly
Did they play the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

The sun now it shines on the green fields of France
There is a warm summer breeze it makes the red poppies dance
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds
There is no gas,no barbed wire, there is no gun firing now
But here in this grave yard its still no-man's land
The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man
To a whole generation that were butchered and damned

Did they beat the drum slowly
Did they play the fine flowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

Ah young Willie McBride i cant help wonder why
Do those that lie here know why you didn't die
And did they belive when they answered the call
Did they really believe that this war would end wars
Well the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain
The killing and dying were all done in vain
For young Willie McBride it all happened again
And again, and again, and again, and again

Did they beat the drum slowly
Did they play the fine flowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

Gladiator Maximus to Caesar Commodus

"My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius,

Commander of the Armies of the North,

General of the Felix Legions,

loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius,

father to a murdered son,

husband to a murdered wife,

and I will have my vengeance -- in this life or the next."

"I am William Wallace. And I see a whole army of my countrymen,
here in defiance of tyranny! You have come to fight as free men. And
free men you are! What will you do without freedom? Will you fight?"
"Two thousand against ten?" - the veteran shouted. "No! We will
run - and live!"
"Yes!" Wallace shouted back. "Fight and you may die. Run and you
will live at least a while. And dying in your bed many years from now,
would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for
one chance, just one chance, to come back here as young men and tell
our enemies that they may take our lives but they will never take
our FREEDOM!!!!!