In Flanders Fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses row on row
Hark the lark in the sky
The dead still bravely sing and fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below
We are the dead short days ago
Loved and were loved and now 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 in us who die
We shall not rest though poppies grow in FLanders Fields
.................................Lest you forget....HS
Between the crosses row on row
Hark the lark in the sky
The dead still bravely sing and fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below
We are the dead short days ago
Loved and were loved and now 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 in us who die
We shall not rest though poppies grow in FLanders Fields
.................................Lest you forget....HS