Over there, over there,
Send the word, send the word over there
That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming ...
We'll be over, we're coming over
And we won't come back till it's over, over there.
(1917 song by George M. Cohan 1878-1942)
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row.
(Poem, In Flanders Fields by John McCrae 1872-1918)
6 June 2014