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The people's flag is deepest red
It shrouded oft our martyred dead
It well recalls the triumphs past,
It gives the hope of peace at last
With heads uncovered swear we all
To bear it onward till we fall,
Come dungeons dark or gallows grim.
This song shall be our parting hymn.
We don't want to be in your world
We are looking for New England
We're looking for another world.
- Billy Bragg & Jim Connell
It shrouded oft our martyred dead
It well recalls the triumphs past,
It gives the hope of peace at last
To bear it onward till we fall,
Come dungeons dark or gallows grim.
This song shall be our parting hymn.
Annons
OneThirtyEight
Thu 26 Feb 2009 17:42
Go on home British soldiers go on home,
Have you got no fucking homes of your own?
For eight hundred years we've fought you without fear
And we will fight you for eight hundred more.
Have you got no fucking homes of your own?
For eight hundred years we've fought you without fear
And we will fight you for eight hundred more.
Stahle
Thu 26 Feb 2009 17:43
Look 'round, the Frenchman loves its blaze,<br />
The sturdy British chants its praise,<br />
In Moscow's vaults its hymns are sung<br />
Ireland swells the surging throng.
The sturdy British chants its praise,<br />
In Moscow's vaults its hymns are sung<br />
Ireland swells the surging throng.
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