Show i POPPIES By John Mills Hanson Capt F. F A A. I Poppies in tho the wheat fields on tho pleasant hills hilIs of France rance Reddening in the summer Bummer breeze that bids them nod and dance Over O-er them tho skylark sings his lilting liquid tuno tune tuno- Poppies in tho the wheat fields and all the tho world in Juno Poppies in the iho wheat fields on tho the road to Hark the spiteful r rattle where the masked machine guns play I 1 Over them the shrapnel's song greets tho the summer mom Poppies in tho the wheat fields fields but but ah tho the fields arc aro torn lorn Se So the stalwart Yankee lads never ones one to blench Poppies in their helmets as they clear the tho shallow trench Leaping down tho the furrows with eager enger bo boyish ish tread Through tho the wheat fields to lo the flaming g woods ahead Poppies Poppie's in ill tho the wheat fiel fields s as ns sinks tho summer sun Broken bruised and trampled trampled but but ut tho bitter cla day is won Yonder in the woodland where the tho flashing rifles rifle shine shino With their poppies in their helmets the front files hold tho the line Poppies in tho wheat fiel fields s how flow still beside them lie lio Scattered forms that stir not when the star shells burst on high hig-h Gently ben bending in oer o'er them beneath the tLe moons moon's soft glance Poppies of tho wheat fields on tho the ransomed hills of of Franca Francs In In Stars and Stripes |