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.         For Sir Wilfrid Laurier.