In Flanders fields the poppies grow : song with piano accompaniment

[i] 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. [ii] 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. [iii] 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.