In Flanders fields the poppies grow
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 below
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
Loved and were loved and now we lie
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 we break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
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
Loved and were loved and now we lie
And now we lie in Flanders fields