In Flander's Field, the poppys blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place
And 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
and were loved
And now we lie in Flander's 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 poppys grow
In Flander's Field
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In Flander's Field - John McDermott