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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. | |||
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 | |||
We shall not sleep in Flanders Fields.}} | |||
If ye break faith with us who die, | |||
We shall not sleep though poppies grow | |||
We shall not sleep in Flanders Fields. | |||
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- Editor: Joseph G. Stephens (submitted 2005-12-22). Score information: Letter, 26 pages, 137 kB Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: The Crescent and the Cross
Composer: Joseph G. Stephens
Lyricist: John McCrae (1872-1918)
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Oratorio
Language: English
Instruments: SATB Chorus, Strings, piano, offstage percussion: 4 concert bass drums, 2 field drums, glockenspiel, chimes, timpani
Published: 2005
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Original text and translations
English text
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.
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
We shall not sleep in Flanders Fields.