The Great War Album Cover

In Flanders Fields


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 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.

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.

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Lyrics:Brodén / Sundström
Historic Fact
Known for his poem, ‘In Flanders Fields’, John McCrae was a military doctor and a Major of the 1st Brigade of Canadian Field Artillery. He wrote the poem after witnessing the death of a close friend.

Find out more about John McCrae.