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Editor: Luc Jakobs (submitted 2011-06-07).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 125 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Please inform the composer of any performances of this work.

General Information

Title: In Flanders Fields
Composer: Luc Jakobs
Lyricist: John McCrae (1872-1918)

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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Original text and translations

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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.