LANGEMARCK

A glory lights the skies of Flanders

Where the blood-stained fields lie bare,

Where the clouds of war have gathered,

Built their parapets in the air;

Halted stands the Teuton army,

Checked its onslaught at a sign;

Forward roll the warlike forces,

Sons of Canada in line.

Let them taste of Northern courage

Where the lordly maple grows;

Let them face the heroes nurtured

Where the stars have wed the snows;

We are sons of sires undaunted,

Children of the hills and plains;

Ours a courage born of duty,

Pluck and dash of many strains.

Tell it to our children's children

How Canadians saved the day;

Write it with the pen of history,

Sing it as a fireside lay;

How at Langemarck in Flanders,

Though the odds were eight to one,

Our Canadians stood unbroken,

Sword to sword, and gun to gun.