In Flanders Fields

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses row and row

That mark our place in the sky

The larks still bravely singing fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below

We are the dead short days ago

We lived felt dawn felt sunset glow

Loved we were loved on we lie

In Flanders Fields

Take up the quarrel with the foe

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch be yours to hold it high

If ye break faith with those who die

We shall not sleep through poppies grow

In Flanders Fields.