My Grandfather Tommy organised a group of like-minded people to throw Oswald Mosely and the Blackshirts out of Oldham in the 1930s. When the BNP and the National Front began stirring up trouble in Oldham, my Dad commented 'this has happened before you know', and told me the story. I wrote these lyrics, and a rudimentary tune, but a better tune is needed and I haven't got around to it yet.
Lyrics;
In the year of 36 the Blackshirts came to town
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With banners flying in Tommyfield, the people gathered round
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Mosely stood and thundered his words of fear and hate
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And how his National Socialists would keep our country great
Verse 2

Standing in the crowd that day Big Tom was lost in thought

Harkenin' to messages his heart would not be taught

He heard the crowd responding, heard the angry hum

Deep inside a voice told him summat must be done
Chorus
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And Tommy went to find his mates, and found a score or more
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Decent men and honest men, men both rich and poor
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Bricklayers and navvies, even servants of the Crown
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Men who threw the Blackshirts out of Oldham town

Verse 3
The Blackshirts were marching, cheered on by the crowd
Singing as they strutted, each man strong and proud
Turning into West Street, they came face to face
With twenty six good Oldham lads, now who's the master race?
Chorus
The battle soon was over, the master race were shamed
With only cuts and bruises, Oldham was reclaimed
No more flags in Tommyfield, no more marching up and down
Thanks to t'men who threw the Blackshirts out of Oldham town
Last Chorus
And where are Tommy and his mates, we need ten thousand more

Decent men and women, drawn from rich and poor

People who will stand up tall, and vote the racists down

And never let the Blackshirts come back to Oldham town