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In Flanders Fields the Poppies Grow In Flanders fields the poppies grow, The poppies grow, the poppies grow. Between the crosses row on row, row on row, That mark the 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, 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
Be yours to hold it high! If ye break faith with us who die, We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Record Series 12/9/96
Series 2, Box 16, Folder 1
Local Identifier
2014_12996_358
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
Be yours to hold it high! If ye break faith with us who die, We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
To you from failing hands we throw The torch! Be yours to hold it high
In Flanders Fields the Poppies Grow In Flanders fields the poppies grow, The poppies grow, the poppies grow. Between the crosses row on row, row on row, That mark the 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, in Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 16, Folder 1
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_358
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
Be yours to hold it high! If ye break faith with us who die, We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
To you from failing hands we throw The torch! Be yours to hold it high
In Flanders Fields the Poppies Grow In Flanders fields the poppies grow, The poppies grow, the poppies grow. Between the crosses row on row, row on row, That mark the 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, in Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 16, Folder 1
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_358
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986