In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses
Row on row
That mark our place
And in the sky the larks Still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns bely
We are the dead
Short days ago we lived Felt dawn
Saw sunset glow Loved
And were loved
And now we lie
In Flanders fields
Take up our quarrel
With the foe
To you from failing hands
We throw the torch
Be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep
Though poppies grow
In Flanders fields
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep
Though poppies grow In Flanders fields
