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.