11 - The Green Fields Of France

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  • Опубликовано: 24 ноя 2024

Комментарии • 13

  • @mickdunne981
    @mickdunne981 6 месяцев назад +2

    ❤ same here in ireland

  • @andyallan2909
    @andyallan2909 4 месяца назад +1

    Saw them live so many times. The sixties and the seventies were great for real music - didn't appreciate what a wonderful time it was creatively until it was all gone. Corries, Beatles, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Runrig, etc. Such a pity for today's youngsters, no real music, just posers who can't sing using autotune and other electronic tricks.

  • @clairey6407
    @clairey6407 Год назад +2

    That was so moving. Incredibly beautiful and sad.

  • @Canichenoir
    @Canichenoir 17 лет назад +6

    We had to read this song as a poem in English Class. When the teacher played the song, we all froze. There was many tears and no one spoke the rest of the class

  • @eckyhen
    @eckyhen 3 года назад +4

    By far the best version of this beautiful song. Surely one of the best anti-war songs ever written

  • @MarkMaysey
    @MarkMaysey 16 лет назад +3

    Beautiful voices singing a well written song. Thanks for sharing.

  • @setagates
    @setagates 16 лет назад +2

    Wonderful rendition of a very touching song.

  • @johnhareuk
    @johnhareuk 17 лет назад +2

    Excellent song and played beautifully too. The song has become very popular - probably because a fine UK band, The Men They Couldn't Hang, recorded it in the 1980s on their debut album Night Of A Thousand Candles.

  • @nbenefiel
    @nbenefiel Год назад +2

    This is one of the best anti war songs ever.

  • @zlatychlp
    @zlatychlp 16 лет назад +1

    such a sad song

  • @azalea66
    @azalea66 11 лет назад +1

    WOO.FELL

  • @wfuller1907
    @wfuller1907 3 года назад +2

    If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
    Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
    And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
    His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
    If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
    Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
    Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
    Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-
    My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
    To children ardent for some desperate glory,
    The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
    Pro patria mori.

  • @donduncan5883
    @donduncan5883 5 лет назад +4

    Eric Bogle is one of our great lyricists - sadly under-recognised.