All You Fascists Bound to Lose! Woody Guthrie I’m gonna tell you fascists You may be surprised The people in this world Are getting organised You’re bound to lose! You fascists bound to lose! All you fascists bound to lose: All you fascists bound to lose: All of you fascists bound to lose: You’re bound to lose! You fascists bound to lose! Race hatred cannot stop us This one thing we know That racism and bigotry And greed have got to go. You’re bound to lose! You fascists bound to lose! CHORUS People of every colour Marching side by side Marching ‘cross these fields Where a million fascists died You’re bound to lose! You fascists bound to lose! CHORUS I’m going into battle I’ll take my union gun We’ll end this world of slavery Before this battle’s done You’re bound to lose! You fascists bound to lose! CHORUS
Banks of Marble (trad) (F) Les Rice with extra verses 4,6 and 7 from The Little Red Song book 1995 I’ve travelled ‘round this country, From shore to shining shore And it really made me wonder At` the things I heard and saw I saw the poor dirt farmer, Ploughing sod and loam. I heard the auction hammer A- knocking down his home. CHORUS But the banks are made of marble, With a guard at every door. And the vaults were full of silver That the (farmer) sweated for. I saw the sailors standing, Idly by the shore I heard the bosses saying ‘Got no work for you no more’ CHORUS I saw the women working, In the sweatshop and the store. In the office and the factory, And at home they scrubbed the floor. CHORUS I saw the worn out miners, Scrubbing coal dust from their backs. I heard their children crying, ‘Got no coal to heat these shacks’ CHORUS I saw my mother working, From dawn to setting sun I heard her saying softly ‘Womens’ work is never done’ CHORUS I saw call centre workers, Their eyes and fingers tired, I heard the bosses saying, ‘Hurry up or you’ll be fired’ CHORUS I’ve seen my fellow workers Throughout this mighty land We will fight to get together In One Big Union grand LAST CHORUS Then we’ll own these banks of marble And we’ll open every door And we’ll share those vaults of silver, That we all have sweated for!
Casey Jones the Union Scab Words: Joe Hill Tune: Casey Jones (Trad) The workers on the railway line to strike sent out a call; But Casey Jones the engineer, he wouldn’t strike at all; His boiler it was leaking and its drivers on the bum, And his engine and its bearings, they were all out of plumb. Casey Jones kept his junk pile running; Casey Jones was working double time; Casey Jones got a wooden medal, For being good and faithful on the railway line. The workers said to Casey: “Won’t you help us win this strike?” But Casey said: “Let me alone, you’d better take a hike.” Then Casey’s wheezy engine ran right off the worn-out track, And Casey hit the river with an awful crack. Casey Jones hit the river bottom; Casey Jones broke his blooming spine; Casey Jones was an Angeleno, He took a trip to heaven on the railway line When Casey Jones got up to heaven to the Pearly Gate, He said: “I’m Casey Jones, the guy who pulled the railway freight.” “You’re just the man,” said Peter, “our musicians went on strike; You can get a job a-scabbing any time you like.” Casey Jones got a job in heaven; Casey Jones was doing mighty fine; Casey Jones went scabbing on the angels, Just like he did to workers on the railway line. The angels got together and they said it wasn’t fair For Casey Jones to go around everywhere. The Angel Union No 23, they sure were there, And they promptly fired Casey down the Golden Stair. Casey Jones went to Hell a-flying; “Casey Jones,” the Devil said, “Oh fine; Casey Jones, get busy shovelling sulphur- That’s what you get for scabbing on the railway line!”
The Diggers Song (Dmin) G Winstanley You noble diggers all Stand up now, stand up now You noble diggers all stand up now The wasteland to maintain Sin cavaliers by name Your digging does maintain And persons all defame Stand up now, stand up now! Your houses they pull down Stand up now, stand up now Your houses they pull down, Stand up now Your houses they pull down To fright your men in town But the gentry must come down And the poor shall wear the crown Stand up now diggers all! With spades and hoes and plows Stand up now, stand up now With spades and hoes and plows, Stand up now Your freedom to uphold Sin cavaliers are bold To kill you if they could And rights from you to hold Stand up now diggers all! The gentry are all round Stand up now, stand up now The gentry are all round Stand up now The gentry are all round On each side they are found Their wisdom so profound To cheat us of our ground Stand up now stand up now! The lawyers they conjoin Stand up now,stand up now The lawyers they conjoin Stand up now To rescue they advise, Such fury they devise, The devil in them lies And hath blinded both their eyes Stand up now, stand up now! The clergy they come in Stand up now, stand up now The clergy they come in Stand up now The clergy they come in And say it is a sin That we should now begin Our freedom for to win Stand up now diggers all! 'Gainst lawyers and 'gainst priests Stand up now,stand up now 'Gainst lawyers and 'gainst priests Stand up now For tyrants they are both, ven flat against their oath To grant us they are loathe and drink and cloth Stand up now diggers all! The club is all their law, Stand up now stand up now The club is all their law, Stand up now The club is all their law, To keep all men in awe That they no vision saw To maintain such a law Stand up now diggers all! [
Jarama Valley Reunion (F) Words: McDade ,Tune: Red River Valley There’s a Valley in Spain called Jarama, It’s a place that we all know so well, It is there that we gave of our manhood, And so many of our brave comrades fell. We are proud of the British Battalion, And the stand for Madrid that they made, For they fought like true sons of the people. As part of the Fifteenth Brigade. With the whole international column, In the stand for the freedom of Spain We pledged in the valley of Jarama That fascism never would reign Now we’ve left that dark valley of sorrow And its memories we ne’er shall forget, So before we conclude this reunion Let us stand to our glorious dead. Jarama Valley Words: Woody Guthrie There’s a valley in Spain called Jarama It’s a place that we all know so well It was there that we fought against the Fascists We saw a peaceful valley turn to hell From this valley they say we are going But don’t hasten to bid us adieu Even though we lost the battle at Jarama We’ll set this valley free 'fore we’re through We were men of the Lincoln Battalion We’re proud of the fight that we made We know that you people of the valley Will remember our Lincoln Brigade From this valley they say we are going But don’t hasten to bid us adieu Even though we lost the battle at Jarama We’ll set this valley free 'fore we’re through You will never find peace with these Fascists You’ll never find friends such as we So remember that valley of Jarama And the people that’ll set that valley free From this valley they say we are going Don’t hasten to bid us adieu Even though we lost the battle at Jarama We’ll set this valley free 'fore we’re through All this world is like this valley called Jarama So green and so bright and so fair No fascists can dwell in our valley Nor breathe in our new freedom’s air From this valley they say we are going Do not hasten to bid us adieu Even though we lost the battle at Jarama We’ll set this valley free 'fore we’re through . Jericho (Wall Around Jericho) (Dm)
Ojos Azules (Am) Ojos azules no llores, No llores ni te enamores (x2) Llorarás cuando me vaya Cuando remedio ya no haya (x2) Tū me juraste quererme, Quererme toda la vida, (x2) No pasaron dos,tres dias, Tū te alejas y me dejas (x2) En una copa de vino quisera tomar veneno, (x2) veneno para matarme, veneno para olvidarte (x2)
Peace medley (E/Em) Do you hear the H-bomb's thunder Echo like the crack of doom? While they rend the skies asunder Fallout makes the earth a tomb Do you want your homes to tumble Rise in smoke towards the sky? Will you let your cities crumble Will you see your children die? Chorus: Men and women, stand together Do not heed the men of war Make your minds up now or never Ban the bomb for evermore Don't believe their false opinions On Iraq, Afghanistan They don't care for Palestinians Now they're gunning for Iran Here at home they're building Trident Every day demanding more Let our voices now be strident We demand an end to war. Men and women, stand together Do not heed the men of war Make your minds up now or never Ban the bomb for evermore ********* Trident, Trident – what an absurd idea! Thousands homeless all for the price of fear We can’t afford medication, or proper education But we must pay a million a day So that Britain can disappear! solo Trident, trident – give us a break, please do We’d go bankrupt, all for the price of you We’d lose even more employment and most of life’s enjoyment So sling your hook to the history books And no-one will cry boo hoo ********* May the love we share here spread its wings And fly across the earth and sing its song To every soul who is alive May the love we share here spread its wings And fly across the earth and sing its song To every soul who is alive Asalam aleikum, Asalam aleikum Shalom Alechem Peace be with you all my friends Asalam aleikum, Asalam aleikum (with alto shadow) Shalom Alechem Peace be with you all my friends Peace be with us all ********** I’m gonna lay down my sword and shield. Down by the riverside (x3) I’m gonna lay down my sword and shield Down by the riverside I aint gonna study war no more (x6). ********* Men and women, stand together Do not heed the men of war Make your minds up now or never Ban the bomb for evermore.
Michael Heart, additional verse 3 by CPH We are thousands, we are millions, we are all Palestinians A blinding flash of white light Lit up the sky over Gaza tonight People running for cover Not knowing whether they're dead or alive They came with their tanks and their planes With ravaging fiery flames And nothing remains Just a voice rising up in the smoky haze We will not go down In the night without a fight You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools But our spirit will never die We will not go down in Gaza tonight Women and children alike Murdered and massacred night after night While the so-called leaders of countries afar Debated on who's wrong or right But their powerless words were in vain And the bombs fell down like acid rain But through the tears and the blood and the pain You can still hear that voice through the smoky haze CHORUS Friends coming over the waves Shot at and murdered in cold light of day They think they can kill and tell lies to the world And keep Gaza hidden away But the struggle will always renew There'll be more standing up for the truth And when they get through They'll be singing out loud through the smoky haze CHORUS to penultimate line then repeat We are thousands, we are millions, we are all Palestinians (repeat and watch) When this Afghan War is Over
CHORUS (after every verse): Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Come all you good workers! Good news to you I’ll tell Of how the good old union Has come in here to dwell We fought a million battles To defend our hard-won rights We're going to have to fight again I ask you here tonight Come all you good people You women and you men Once more our backs are to the wall We're being attacked again The MPs and the bosses Won’t work for average pay But they’d put us all on work fare And strip real jobs away Cuts in public service Won’t affect the likes of them Before it starts we need to fight And then we’ll fight again It’s time for a decision, And you really have to choose Defend the workers’ struggle, Or the next in line is you. We need to fight the fascists For hatred’s what they breed We’re black, we’re white, we’re gay we’re straight We’ll smash their racist creed. Last Verse Don’t listen to the Tories Don’t listen to their lies Us working folk ain’t got a chance Unless we organise Optional verses I may be a student But I still know what’s right I'm starting now I'm fighting back Before the Tories bite My dad’s a civil servant And I'm my father’s daughter I'm sticking with the union Through hell or high water I'm an old age pensioner I’ve worked hard day and night And if you stop my winter fuel Get ready for a fight.
The World Turned Upside Down (E, D or C) Leon Rosselson In 1649, to St. George’s Hill, A ragged band they called the Diggers Came to show the people’s will. They defied the landlords They defied the laws They were the dispossessed reclaiming what was theirs. We come in peace they said To dig and sow. We come to work the lands in common And to make the waste ground grow. This earth divided We will make whole. So it will be A common treasury for all. The sin of property We do disdain. No man has any right to buy and sell The earth for private gain. By theft and murder They took the land. Now everywhere the walls Spring up at their command. They make the laws To chain us well. The clergy dazzle us with heaven Or they damn us into hell. We will not worship The God they serve. The God of greed who feed the rich While poor folk starve. We work we eat together We need no swords. We will not bow to the masters Or pay rent to the lords. Still we are free Though we are poor. You Diggers all stand up for glory Stand up now. From the men of property The orders came They sent the hired men and troopers To wipe out the Diggers’ claim Tear down their cottages Destroy their corn They were dispersed But still the vision lingers on You poor take courage! You rich take care! This earth was made a common treasury For everyone to share! All things in common All people one! You Diggers all stand up for glory Stand up now!