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.
-LTC John McCrae, Candadian Expeditionary Force, 1915
I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums did beat, And the loving English feet walked all over us; And every single night, when me Da would come home tight, He'd invite the neighbours outside with this chorus: [Chorus:]
Oh, come out you Black and Tans; Come out and fight me like a man; Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders; Tell her how the I.R.A. made you run like hell away From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra. Come, tell us how you slew Them ol' Arabs two by two; Like the Zulus, they had spears and bows and arrows; How you bravely faced each one, With your sixteen pounder gun, And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow. [Chorus]
Come, let us hear you tell How you slandered great Parnell, When you thought him well and truly persecuted, Where are the sneers and jeers That you bravely let us hear, When our heroes of sixteen were executed. [Chorus]
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3 comments:
I can agree with this place. Although I am thinking of Saskatoon.
Poem/Song mentioning Flanders:
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.
-LTC John McCrae, Candadian Expeditionary Force, 1915
I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums did beat,
And the loving English feet walked all over us;
And every single night, when me Da would come home tight,
He'd invite the neighbours outside with this chorus:
[Chorus:]
Oh, come out you Black and Tans;
Come out and fight me like a man;
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
Tell her how the I.R.A. made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra.
Come, tell us how you slew
Them ol' Arabs two by two;
Like the Zulus, they had spears and bows and arrows;
How you bravely faced each one,
With your sixteen pounder gun,
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.
[Chorus]
Come, let us hear you tell
How you slandered great Parnell,
When you thought him well and truly persecuted,
Where are the sneers and jeers
That you bravely let us hear,
When our heroes of sixteen were executed.
[Chorus]
-Dominic Behan
Poem was Flanders Fields, the Song was Black and Tans.
Should have included that.
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