Come miner, come farmer, men of trade
Come join the Inter-nation-al Brigade
Fight for your comrades, fight for Spain
Fight for the freedom, of all men
Aye, where were you when the fascists came
As Franco marched, twas Britain's shame
When Madrid fell, five hundred lay slain
Where were you in the blood and rain

My name is Thomas Brannan, Blantyre born and bred
A working man and socialist, though some may call me red
I fought for King and country, but they did not follow me
But I'll fight for their conscience, and Spanish liberty
Across the Pyrenees, with my comrades I came
I dug in at Madrid, but what a price we paid
And as the shells rained down, was it all in vain
The rivers ran red, with the blood of Spain

On Jarama field, we held our ground
Shell on shell, our hell we found
Three hundred marched that day to pa-ra-dise
Today I would make the final sacrifice
When my comrade fell, I ran to his aid
But the snipers bullet, I could not evade
As I lay there dying in the blood and rain
I breathed no more for home and Spain