Ghosts of Cable Street
(The Men They Couldn't Hang)

There is also a poem or song about the same event from around the time it actually happened, but I only know the last verse:

We stood at Gardiner's Corner, we stood and watched the crowds,
We stood at Gardiner's Corner, firm, solid, voices loud.
Came the marching of the Blackshirts, came the pounding of their feet,
Came the sound of ruffians marching where the five roads meet.
We thought of so many refugees fleeing from the Fascist hordes,
The maimed, the sick, the young, the old, those who had fought the Fascist lords.
So we stopped there at Gardiner's, we fought and won our way.
We fought the baton charges, no Fascist passed that day!