There's a valley in Spain called Jarama;
It's a place that we know very well.
Where we fought in the struggle for freedom,
And most of our brave comrades fell.

We are proud of the British battalion,
And the fight that we all of us made,
Where we fought on the side of our comrades
In the Fifteenth International Brigade.

We shall never forget our companions.
Their memory never shall fade.
In the midst of the struggles around us,
We remember our glorious dead.

There's a cold wind tonight o'er Jarama,
And it blows from the East to the West.
It is blowing the dust of my comrades
That have given their bravest and best.

There's a valley in Spain called Jarama;
It stands by the Ebro's broad tide.
Where we fought in the struggle for freedom,
And most of our brave comrades died.