We Lived, Felt Dawn, Saw Sunset Glow,

We Lived, Felt Dawn, Saw Sunset Glow, Loved And Were Loved, And Now We Lie In Flanders Fields.

The Larks, Still Bravely Singing, Fly Scarce Heard Amid The Guns Below

In Flanders Fields The Poppies Blow.

Take Up Our Quarrel With The Foe: To You From Falling Hands We Throw.

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 Among The Guns Below.