Helen of the Old House
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high.
The story so far
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields_.
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