Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 15 Apr 24 - 07:01 PM

SONG OF THE UNITED FRONT    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ATb7CXX-Kc0
Einheitsfrontlied Article from Wikipedia    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Einheitsfrontlied
Many recordings of The Song of the United Front ln English on YouTube    https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=song+of+the+united+front+english

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 19 Jun 23 - 10:37 AM


THE EBRE 1938   
by Berni Armstrong    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FhbVFdFYZro

(Am) He choked back the dust rising from the trench
(Dm) Mixed with blood, a particular stench
(G) Mortars fell all along the line
He (Am) gripped his ancient Russian carbine
As if it could ward off that fate he feared
His other (Dm) hand touched his three day beard
(G) After the shells there would be an air raid
Thought: (F) "What I wouldn't give for a (E) new razor (Am) blade"

It's (F) shocking what you get (C) used to
When you're (G) fighting in a (Am) war
As(F)tounding what you (C) miss when
In the (G) midst of the cannons' roar
You'd (F) think you'd wish for (C) machine guns
An anti-(G)tank gun or a gren(Am)ade
But (G) what I miss most in this (F) conflict
Is a (G) brand new razor (Am) blade

(Am) It's two months now I've been here at the front
So (Dm) many new things I've had to confront
(G) Almost every day you have a close call
You (Am) watch in horror as your comrades fall
You know any minute that it could be you
You (Dm) hope you take with you a Fascist or two
You (G) suffer privations but you swear a tirade
When (F) trying to shave with a (E) rusty old (Am) blade

CHORUS

BRIDGE
(Bb) Under the cover of (Am) darkness
Their (Bb) trenches they re(Am)pair
With (Bb) bare hands they work re(Am)gardless
(G) Dust choking the air
(Bb) Hoping these shallow (Am) dugouts
Their (Bb) lives tomorrow will (Am) save
But (Bb) knowing as they drop (Am) off to sleep They (G) might have just dug their (Am) graves

(Am) In these cold nights there's less chance you'll be shot
(Dm) But by midday it is blazing hot
You (G) slip into a dream when there's a lull in the fight
Till some (Am) Nazi airman has you in his bombsight
With barely a warning it all starts once more
You're (Dm) in the midst of the hell that's war
Then you (G) aim to kill as you know you must
Your (F) only comfort? (E) that your cause is (Am) just!

CHORUS

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 02 Mar 23 - 06:39 PM

                    In Our Time Archive: The Spanish Civil War    https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p00548wn
This BBC Radio 4 programme will be of great interest to many of you. It is hosted by Melvyn Bragg with Paul Preston, Principe de Asturias Professor of Contemporary Spanish History at the London School of Economics; Helen Graham, Professor of Spanish History at Royal Holloway, University of London; Dr Mary Vincent, Senior Lecturer in the Department of History at Sheffield University. It was broadcast a long time ago in Apr 2003 but you won’t get a better group of experts to explain the SCW . It’s well worth its 45 minutes.Enjoy.

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 25 Feb 23 - 12:06 PM

SONG FOR CHARLIE DONNELLY
27 February 1937 Charles Patrick Donnelly, Irish poet, republican and left wing political activist, was killed at Jarama fighting on the republican side during the Spanish Civil War.
Charles Donnelly from Wikipedia     https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles Donnelly (poet)
” Song for Charlie Donnelly”- recording by Manus O’Riordan, from The Irish Traditional Music Archive     https://www.itma.ie/digital-library/sound/unidentified_manus_oriordan

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 23 Feb 23 - 10:05 AM

TARO
26 July 1937. Photographer Gerda Taro was killed during the Republican army retreat at the Battle of Brunete, in The Spanish Civil War.
Gerda Taro from Wikipedia     https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gerda_Taro
Taro - alt-J on YouTube     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mx2dROUwHak
Taro - alt-J from Songfacts     https://www.songfacts.com/facts/alt-j/taro

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 23 Nov 22 - 11:06 AM

THE ROAD TO BARCELONA

25 August 1936 Felicia Browne was killed in action during the Spanish Civil War, on the Aragón front near Tardienta, while part of a band of raiders attempting to dynamite a Nationalist munitions train. She was the first British volunteer to die in the Spanish Civil War.

The Road To Barcelona Words and music by Patrick Dexter Vocal by Eilís Dexter https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0ki_HNVqKk
Felicia Browne from Wikipedia    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Felicia_Browne
Felicia Browne from Spartacus Educational     https://spartacus-educational.com/WbrowneF.htm

(N.B.)Her name was Felicia not Felicity as sung in the YouTube recording.

Oh the sweet sound of the guitar
Play on comrade, play on!
Let the music flow like this cheap wine in my cup
while I sit here in my reverie
Every strum draws my mind back
to that journey we took together
We packed the car and set
off on the boat to France
Passion and ideas were our potion

We sipped fine wine,
You and I As Eagles soared way up high
The snow capped mountains in our rearview mirror.
In café’s, through cobbled streets
We shared our passions and our dreams
Oh how I miss that sweet aroma
On the Road to Barcelona

Seized upon our chance
Became volunteers at last
war for us, hell to those who doubt our gender
My dearest friend Felicity
you always had one up on me
Debating the world’s changes that were stirring
“Anything is possible” you kept declaring
You were going to change the world miss Browne
Through vineyards and sweet smelling flower fields
As we drove through sunshine with the rooftop down

We sipped fine wine,
You and I
As Eagles soared way up high
The snow capped mountains in our rearview mirror.
In café’s, through cobbled streets
We shared our passions and our dreams
Oh how I miss that sweet aroma
Of the Road to Barcelona

Now I am old
I drink bad wine here all alone
My thoughts a drift in this muddy river
But what good is sweet reverie
When you are gone, all is left is this memory
I long to be back again
the times we had there my dear friend
But with the wind in our hair our ideals took over
You died for your beliefs, a martyr for your dreams
all I can do now is sit here and remember

Sipping wine, as Eagles fly
high above the snow capped mountains
The Basque sunrise in our rearview mirror.
In café’s on cobbled streets
sharing our passions and our dreams
Oh how I miss that sweet aroma
On the Road to Barcelona

And I miss you dear Felicity
and the time we had
On the Road to Barcelona

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 11 Nov 22 - 09:20 AM

Canciones De Las Brigadas Internationales has been reprinted in a facsimile edition and is avalable from Amazon es. for 14,00 € Songs are in many languages including English https://www.amazon.es/Canciones-Las-Brigadas-Inter-Facs%C3%ADmiles/dp/8484723437
Also available on E Bay https://www.ebay.es/itm/154701592798
Or as an e-Book here for £2.40   https://books.google.co.uk/books/about/Canciones_de_las_Brigadas_Internacionale.html?id=QONMZ1p4ZJYC&redir_esc=y

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 28 Sep 22 - 12:35 PM

https://studsterkel.wfmt.com/programs/eddie-balchowsky-talks-studs-terkel?fbclid=IwAR3euamgALkuOoXJJQq9J1VzFkIPfrjYOZkPI0qbhonH4

Above is a link shared from Alan Warren which will take you to an interview conducted by Studs Terkel with US International Brigader Eddie Balchowsky who served with The British Battalion in Spain. . Eddie lost a hand while fighting in Spain but he re-learned how to play the piano with only one hand as you can hear in the interview when he sings and plays Los Quatros Generales, The Peat Bog Soldiers and The Valley of Jarama. ( and a snatch of Home on the Range)
Here also is EDDIE'S SONG    by Utah Phillips    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoWA6tNu4Q0
Eddie Balchowsky from Wikipedia    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eddie_Balchowsky

Link to earlier posting of   EDDIE'S SONG    by Utah Phillips

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 30 Apr 22 - 07:27 PM

IN GUERNIKA

In Guernica -Joan Baez :words     https://www.cancioneros.com/lyrics/song/1835537/in-guernica-joan-baez
Joan Baez    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZrUXaGCiEc

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 29 Apr 22 - 05:39 PM

GUERNICA(Tribute to Picasso)
Guernica (Tribute to Picasso)"Mad World" as performed by Michael Andrews and Gary Jules)     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFCXdO9HQBw

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 03 Nov 21 - 09:06 AM

Here is a link to a post about Jarama Valley on Facebook by Mike Wild. He says "This is an early reference to the song now known as The Jarama Valley. It seems to have originally been known as The Old Jarama Valley. "
https://www.facebook.com/mike.wild.319/posts/1787536914790139
LINK TO a group of posts above about Jarama

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 02 Nov 21 - 04:40 AM

Some British Musical Responses to the Spanish Civil War
I stumbled across this Guardian article today. You have to pay to read it but some of you might like to know about it.

https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/full/10.1080/17526272.2021.1950964?needAccess=true

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 03 Sep 21 - 05:36 AM


FREE DOWNLOAD : Mike Wild (Feat. Dani Caracola & Xavier Batllés) - Open eyes could see no other way / Obrint els ulls no es veia altre camí   https://brigadaintergeneracional.bandcamp.com/track/open-eyes-could-see-no-other-way-obrint-els-ulls-no-es-veia-altre-cam?fbc

This recording is by Mudcat's   (mikesamwild), Mike Wild,  who is the son of Sam Wild, the last commander of the British Battalion of the International Brigade,   https://spartacus-educational.com/SPwildS.htm

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 25 Aug 21 - 04:23 AM

There is a short piece about Otto Estensen on this facebook page
https://www.facebook.com/groups/1082563345098032/permalink/4587101511310847/?comment_id=4632672886753709&reply_comment_id=463379
And another Mudcat thread Otto Estensen: Brigadista & Mandolinista
/mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=146230&fbclid=IwAR2EVRuoY9yPSGSZe6r4P968Wxomi9ZE6ncYubblsmzozMYLRPCOUbuRT3g#reply

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 14 Jan 21 - 11:43 AM



Jim Jump, Chair of the IBMT, has emailed to tell me some more about this song which he entitles ‘Song of the Anti-Tanks’ Jim’s lyrics are more extensive than those given above by clicking on 'We Came To Sunny Spain'in the SONGLIST :

We’ve come to sunny Spain
To make the people smile again
And to chase the fascist bastards
O’er the hill and o’er the plain

CHORUS
Oleree… Olero… Oleree oree ore oree ha ha ha ha
Oleree… Olero… Oleree oree ore oree ha ha ha ha

And since we’ve been on the trail
We have made the fascists wail
And call upon the priest
For ‘Santa Agua’ in the pail

Mussolini had some tanks
And Franco thought them swell
But we took our anti-tank guns
And we blew them all to hell

Jim also says “ I got the words of the ‘Song of the Anti-Tanks’ (see below) from Kev Buyers, an IBMT member in Aberdeen, who said they were written by Jack Black. “ Jim says he is trying to get more information about the song . I will post it here if anything new emerges.

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 13 Jan 21 - 07:40 PM



In the article by Jim Jump given in the previous post, Jim mentions ‘Song of the Anti-Tanks’, written by Jack Black from Dover. Does anyone have any more information about this song or a link to a site where we might hear a performance of the song ?

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 13 Jan 21 - 10:43 AM

HARRY WAS A BOLSHIE
or ‘The Ballad of Harry Pollitt’

By Elin Williams

I have just received a very interesting article in the International Brigades Memorial Trust eNewsletter 13 January 2021 in which Jim Jump writes about the song ‘Harry Was a Bolshie’ aka ‘The Ballad of Harry Pollitt’. Jim points out that it was a song sung by the British Battalion during the Spanish Civil War and goes on to describe its history and how it was written by Elin Williams, a Welsh communist. There are several Mudcat threads which discuss the song and it can be found in the DIGITRAD. Here is a link to Jim Jump’s article on the IBMT site.
http://international-brigades.org.uk/content/harry%E2%80%99s-song-sung-spain

Here is a link to Joe Glazer singing a short version of the song on YouTube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQ_l4UnbDGs

Many recordings (some complete) of The Ballad of Harry Pollitt on YouTube     https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=The+Ballad+of+Harry+Pollitt


Harry was a Bolshie and one of Lenin’s lads

Was foully murdered by counter-revolutionary cads

Counter-revolutionary cads, counter-revolutionary cads

Was foully murdered by counter-revolutionary cads

He landed up in heaven trembling at the knees

‘May I speak to God I am Mr Pollitt please

Mr Pollitt please, Mr Pollitt please,

May I speak to God I am Mr Pollitt please’


‘Who are you’ said God ‘if you’re humble and contrite

And a friend of Lady Astor, then OK, you’ll be alright

Then OK you’ll be alright, then OK, you’ll be alright

And a friend of Lady Astor, then OK, you’ll be alright’

They dressed him in a nightie, put a harp into his hand

And he played ‘The Internationale’ in the hallelujah band

In the hallelujah band, in the hallelujah band

He played ‘The Internationale’ in the hallelujah band

They put him in the choir, the hymns he did not like

So he organised the angels and he fetched them out on strike

Fetched them out on strike, fetched them out on strike

He organised the angels and he fetched them out on strike

One day as God was walking around the heavenly state

Who should he see but Harry chalking slogans on the gate

Slogans on the gate, slogans on the gate

Who should he see but Harry chalking slogans on the gate

They put him up for trial before the Holy Ghost

Charged with disaffection amongst the heavenly host

Amongst the heavenly host, amongst the heavenly host

Charged with disaffection amongst the heavenly host

The verdict it was guilty, said Harry ‘That is swell’

And he tucked his nightie ’round his knees and he floated down to Hell

Floated down to Hell, floated down to Hell

He tucked his nightie ’round his knees and he floated down to Hell

A few more years have ended, now Harry’s doing swell

He’s just been made the people’s commissar for Soviet Hell

Commissar for Soviet Hell, commissar for Soviet Hell

He’s just been made the people’s commissar for Soviet Hell

Now the moral of this story is easy for to tell,

If you want to be a Bolshevik, you’ll have to got to Hell,

You’ll have to go to Hell, yes, you’ll have to go to Hell,

If you want to be a Bolshevik, you’ll have to go to Hell!

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 08 Aug 20 - 07:47 PM


OLD BRIGADES' SONG
by Rory McLeod

Well, I'm glad I fought fascism
I only wish we'd won
???I'll never asked to reward them?????
Now for anything I've done

I can't take up my guns
And fight them anymore
But I ain't gonna love them
That's for certain and for sure

Well, bless all the kids
I love to see 'em grow
May they live a thousand years
And troubles never know

Well, I can't take up my guns
And fight them anymore
But I'm not gonna love them
There's for certain and for sure

Well bless all the kids
I love to see 'em grow
May they live a thousand years
And troubles never know

Thanks to cnd for posting these lyrics on the other Mudcat thread about this song,mentioned above, and also to Phillip for his correction
” I think the 3rd and 4th lines are
" I never asked a reward
Not for anything I’ve done. “

Hear a short part of Rory singing the song here https://rorymcleod.bandcamp.com/track/old-brigades-song

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 10 May 20 - 06:20 PM

can anyone post the lyrics and any information about Old Brigades' Song written and sung by Rory McLeod on his album 'Kicking the Sawdust'. There is another Mudcat thread called "Rory McLeod Song Title " which carries a little information but the lyrics have not surfaced yet
https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=167730#top

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GUEST,JoeG
Date: 13 Oct 19 - 06:16 PM

Beat me to it Geoff - I was going to mention Joe's new song. Hope you had a great afternoon despite the weather!

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 13 Oct 19 - 05:48 PM

I spent today's wet afternoon with singer songwriter Joe Solo and also some friends and relations of Hull's International Brigade volunteers. We were recording a new song by Joe which will become an addition to his already released album of songs about the Spanish Civil War "No Pasaran". Details of the new special edition CD can be seen on Joe Solo's website, where you can also listen to all the songs.
https://joesolomusic.bandcamp.com/album/no-pasaran-special-edition

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 11 Oct 19 - 04:45 PM

A little information about A Candle for Durruti here
https://www.antiwarsongs.org/canzone.php?lang=en&id=4516

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 11 Oct 19 - 04:34 AM

Thanks Stringsinger - Found it on Youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cckrPW_OwUI
and these lyrics are from a site which suggests it is also sung by David Rovics


Any More information on this song anyone?

A CANDLE FOR DURRUTI

By Al Grierson

Well the headline on the paper said the good guys won the war
And the red star won't be shinin' over Moscow anymore
My heart fell like a sparrow in the depth of my despair
When I saw La Pasionaria with a flower in her hair

In a postcard by Picasso, so defiant and serene
With the mercy of a mother and as grand as any queen
She had gathered all her children under many different drums
In the power of her promise when the revolution comes

In the darkness and disorder, in the fire of our fears
She had bound our broken bodies in the rainbow of her tears
In the hour of our triumph, with a promise to prevail
And another for the future in the hour that we failed

And so my friend and comrade, as you go across the sea
I ask no shining souvenirs, but only send to me
The finest rum of Cuba from the finest sugar cane
And a postcard by Picasso when you reach the coast of Spain

And remember 'til tomorrow as we leave our banners furled
That it only took six days to make, and ten to shake the world
Light a candle for Durruti and we'll honor all the brave

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: Stringsinger
Date: 10 Oct 19 - 01:40 PM

Al Grierson wrote "A Candle for Duruti". He should be remembered as an important lyricist.

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GUEST,Jack Warshaw
Date: 08 Oct 19 - 06:36 AM

Songs of the Lincoln Brigade (Folkways/Library of Congress) is, as far as I know the first and most lasting collection, coming directly out of the struggle at the time it happened.

https://www.amazon.com/Songs-Lincoln-Brigade-Various-Artists/dp/B0000008XM

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 25 Feb 19 - 08:03 PM



            

The Ballad of Johnny Longstaff (Young’uns Cd & Show)

This post is a collection of information about the Cd and stage show called The Ballad of Johnny Longstaff which was created and performed by The Young’uns, (Sean Cooney, David Eagle, &Michael Hughes ) The following link will take you to a Youtube video made for the group’s 2019 tour. It provides a good overview of the whole project.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kDAcZnu-9do
Below that link is a section called THE TRACK LIST , a list of all the Johnny Longstaff songs This includes a link to a YouTube video performance of each song by The Young’uns   . Below THE TRACK LIST    will be found THE LYRICS    which shows the lyrics for each song.   

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TRACK LIST

                           
1 Any Bread?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7awjjTuvPXo&list=OLAK5uy_kWvN9y38-4tZLDUbvIXIXHf7DF4czFpQs&index=1
2 Carrying the Coffin
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ZLCrCi8n5s&list=OLAK5uy_kWvN9y38-4tZLDUbvIXIXHf7DF4czFpQs&index=2
3 Hostel Strike
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0o2djqABt8w&list=OLAK5uy_kWvN9y38-4tZLDUbvIXIXHf7DF4czFpQs&index=4
4 Cable Street
; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0o2djqABt8w&list=OLAK5uy_kWvN9y38-4tZLDUbvIXIXHf7DF4czFpQs&index=4
5 Robson's Song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NaaSNXznnWc&index=5&list=OLAK5uy_kWvN9y38-4tZLDUbvIXIXHf7DF4czFpQs
6 Ta-ra to Tooting
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bTZPfWX-ArI&list=OLAK5uy_kWvN9y38-4tZLDUbvIXIXHf7DF4czFpQs&index=6
7 Noddy
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvKzmQTcHig&list=OLAK5uy_kWvN9y38-4tZLDUbvIXIXHf7DF4czFpQs&index=7
8 The Great Tomorrow
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VemZ3D_zkBA&index=8&list=OLAK5uy_kWvN9y38-4tZLDUbvIXIXHf7DF4czFpQs
9 Ay Carmela
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sFbr_p9qQYY&list=OLAK5uy_kWvN9y38-4tZLDUbvIXIXHf7DF4czFpQs&index=9
10 Paella    
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ya4-daNzC3g&list=OLAK5uy_kWvN9y38-4tZLDUbvIXIXHf7DF4czFpQs&index=10
11 No Hay Pan
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_3iGQ9eZrI&index=11&list=OLAK5uy_kWvN9y38-4tZLDUbvIXIXHf7DF4czFpQs
12 Trench Tales
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BTQS5zlTeqQ&index=12&list=OLAK5uy_kWvN9y38-4tZLDUbvIXIXHf7DF4czFpQs
13 Lewis Clive
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRziLXRhL0A&index=13&list=OLAK5uy_kWvN9y38-4tZLDUbvIXIXHf7DF4czFpQs

14 Bob Cooney's Miracle
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JFPWqceZRjQ&index=14&list=OLAK5uy_kWvN9y38-4tZLDUbvIXIXHf7DF4czFpQs
15 Over the Ebro
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=68KuqcJvShM&list=OLAK5uy_kWvN9y38-4tZLDUbvIXIXHf7DF4czFpQs&index=15
16 David Guest https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kfNlFT0DTs&index=16&list=OLAK5uy_kWvN9y38-4tZLDUbvIXIXHf7DF4czFpQs
17 The Valley of Jarama
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EI6pe6AkFus&index=17&list=OLAK5uy_kWvN9y38-4tZLDUbvIXIXHf7DF4czFpQs

? Hereteu Records
      
Released on: 2019-01-07
Lyricist: Sean Cooney
      
Composer: David Eagle
      
Composer: Michael Hughes
      
Composer: Sean Cooney
      

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THE LYRICS

Reproduced in italics beneath some of the songs is information provided bySean Cooney which describes how the song was composed.

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ANY BREAD

by Sean Cooney

Me name is John Longstaff in Stockton I was born

On a cold October morning my eyes first saw the dawn

Me grandad was a sailor he wore the jacket blue

And when I found his old sea chest I thought I’d be one too

Now when I was 10 the slump began and I did not know why

My belly should be empty and my lips should be dry

There were jam jars for cups and there were newspapers for plates

And all us kids a-waiting outside the factory gates

And it’s….



‘Mister! Mister! Mister!’ we said

‘Mister! Mister! Mister!’ we bled

‘Mister! Mister!’ we sang like the dead

‘Mister! Oh Mister! Can you spare any bread?’



One day we stole some duck eggs from a shop on Norton road

And we ran back to Willie’s house to cook our little load

But Willie’s Mam she were so poor she never had a pan

So we threw them in the kettle and soon it boiled and sang

But two rozzers traced us and they searched the whole house through

They found the pantry empty and all our stomachs too

Says Willie’s Mam ‘will you have some tea the kettle’s on the job’

Those rozzers smiled and shook their heads and they gave her two bob



‘Mister! Mister! Mister!’ we said

‘Mister! Mister! Mister!’ we bled

‘Mister! Mister!’ we sang like the dead
‘Mister! Oh Mister! Can you spare any bread?’



When I left school at 14 I found meself a job

12 hours a day in the rolling mill I toiled for my 8 bob

With the furnace men, the roller and the heaver over man

And the scars from those sharp edge springs I’ve still got on my hands

But one day misfortune took the heel from off me clog

And down upon the black hot steel I fell like a dog

There were burns on me back and hands I couldn’t carry on

And when I left the hospital I found my job had gone



‘Mister! Mister! Mister!’ we said

‘Mister! Mister! Mister!’ we bled

‘Mister! Mister!’ we sang like the dead

‘Mister! Oh Mister! Can you spare any bread?’



Out of work in ’34 and too young for the dole

Buried under ashes like a lump of idle coal

There were men marching to London so in with them I slung
But when I said I was 15 they said I was too young

So secretly I stalked them at a slower rate

Through Darlington, Northallerton, Thirsk and Harrogate

And when we reached the town of Leeds they found out me plan

And they said that I could march with them for now I was a man



This was the first song I wrote about Johnny in November 2015. I wrote it at home in Sheffield. The first two verses and chorus are inspired by passages in Johnny’s unpublished memoirs Any Bread Mister? This is how the book begins

‘Any bread left mister, any bread left?’

Came these words from children, who were waiting at the factory gates for the few employed men who had finished work for the day, and were walking out of the factories in Stockton On Tees. Sometimes the workers gave us some food; they had deliberately saved this food from their lunch boxes to give to us hungry youngsters. The look on their faces was one of sympathy; even we young children understood the look and the expression these men had on their faces. -< Any Bread Mister? <

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CARRYING THE COFFIN

by Sean Cooney

We’re carrying the coffin all the way to London town

Carrying the coffin all the way to London town

Carrying the coffin all the way to London town

And we will work once more!



In our coffin is a man who went to war

He came back a hero, boys - beaten, broke and sore

He pawned all his medals, lads, because he was so poor

And he can’t work no more!



We’re carrying the coffin all the way to London town

Carrying the coffin all the way to London town

Carrying the coffin all the way to London town

And we will work once more!



From the Clyde and the Tyne and the Tees we have come

From the Mersey and the Severn and the Yare and Taff and Don

Our rivers may be weeping, lads, but we are marching on

And we will work once more!



We’re carrying the coffin all the way to London town

Carrying the coffin all the way to London town

Carrying the coffin all the way to London town

And we will work once more!



‘A land fit for coffins,’ is what they should have said

Cos if we can’t have work enough we might as well be dead

But while we’ve still got breath in us we’ll sing instead

We will work once more!



We’re carrying the coffin all the way to London town

Carrying the coffin all the way to London town

Carrying the coffin all the way to London town

And we will work once more!



And we’ll carry our coffins all along Whitehall

And when we are fit to drop then into them we’ll fall

And Mr MacDonald he can bury us all

If we can’t work no more!



We’re carrying the coffin all the way to London town

Carrying the coffin all the way to London town

Carrying the coffin all the way to London town

And we will work once more!



The ground is gaping and me legs they feel like lead

The gravestones are grinning and the mourners are well fed

So bring out your jobs or bring out your dead

We will work once more!

We will work once more!

We will work once more!



Written in November 2015. Johnny explained in his oral testimonies that the hunger marchers with whom he walked to London composed songs as they walked along. Many were put to the tune of the popular marching song John Brown’s Body so it felt right to do the same.

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HOSTEL STRIKE

by Sean Cooney

Well the cook was a crook and the manager a miser

Both were shirkers both were skirters both were bad workers and skivers

And the butties were disgusting and the soup was getting thinner

And all we got for breakfast each was half a soggy kipper

And the sheets weren’t changed and the smell was something funny

When we worked overtime the buggers took half of our money

I was a proud young working lad but treated like a convict

Feeling bold 15 years old I wasn’t going to stand it

We were waiting for a better day

Now in the north we were poor but we were poor together

But when you see the lights of London then you know you should have better

So when queueing for our bait boxes one cold and rainy morning

I said ‘stuff your bloody butties for they always taste appalling!’

The cook ran amuck and he flung himself towards me

He was cursing he was swearing, every dirty name he called me

Though I didn’t know what striking was and I was no abetter

I said ‘I’ll not go to work today till things round here are better!’



We were waiting for a better day, boys, waiting for a better day



So all us lads filed out the door and though the ground was sodden

For three long nights we all slept rough up out on Wandsworth Common

Till our pockets all were empty and they thought that we would give in

But we held our nerve and our reserve and fought for our living

Now on Trinity Road there was a little café

Where the busmen went for their tea and toast and coffee

And when they’d heard our story with us they were really taken

They yelled ‘give all these lads tea and toast and give ‘em egg and bacon!’   



We were waiting for a better day, boys, waiting for a better day



They asked us lots of questions and they heard each of our stories

They got all our facts and figures straight and laid the case before me

Then the police came arrested me - the trouble it was starting

But the lads ran to the café and the busmen came a marching

And the busmen spoke with splendid oratory

While the manager and cook each told a different story

It was plain as rain they were a pair of rotten scammers

They were sacked outright without a fight and now they’re in the slammer



We were waiting for a better day, boys waiting for a better day



As the manager was hauled away he snarled and pointed at me

He said ‘There’s the bloody Bolshevik, there’s the rotten commie!’

Now I’d never heard of either word so I just stood there smirking

Gave a sigh and went inside just glad that I was working

And to thank those busmen us lads were all contriving

We bought them each a tie all bright and red and shining

Now I did not know politics a leader I was not it

But now I knew what union meant and I never forgot it



We were waiting for a better day, boys, waiting for better day

Waiting for a better day at the YMCA



I wrote this whilst we were on tour with The Transports production in January 2018. I never used to be able to write whilst on tour. Most of my earlier songs were written at home with the guitar and the time and space to concentrate. More recently I’ve preferred writing on the road and this was put together and went through a week of rewrites and edits on the Transports tour bus and in a series of dressing rooms all over England. Johnny spoke at length of the stand he made against the manager and cook who took over at the Tooting YMCA whilst he was there in 1934. In this recording we don’t feature this narrative but the song follows the story accurately. However, I have embellished the tale by saying the crooks both ended up in prison! This is one of the most powerful lines in Johnny’s memoirs


It was far easier to be hungry in Stockton than it was to be hungry in London because we were all sharing the same poverty - Any Bread Mister?

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CABLE STREET

by Sean Cooney

On the 4th October 1936 I was only a lad of 16

But I stood beside men who were 3 score and 10 and every age in between

We were dockers and teachers, busmen, engineers and those with no jobs to do

We were women and children equal, in union

Atheists, Christians and Jews

And we had so much to lose



For with Hitler in Germany, Franco in Spain we knew what fascism meant

So when Mosley came trouncing, denouncing the Jews to the East End of London we went

For I’d met refugees who had fled o’er the seas - Germans, Italians and Jews

And I knew their despair for what they’d seen there and I couldn’t let them be abused

We had so much to lose



Now 3,000 fascists their uniforms black had set off to march on that day

And 6,000 policemen intended to greet them by making clear the way

But we were there ready our nerves they were steady - 100,000 in mass

And we planted our feet along Cable Street and we sang ‘they shall not pass!’

We sang ‘they shall not pass!’



Then all us young lads were sent to the side streets to stop the police breaking through

And with swift hands we made strong barricades out of anything we could use

And they came to charge us but they couldn’t barge us with fists, batons and hooves

With as good as we got we withstood the lot for we would not be moved

We would not be moved



And yes there was violence and yes there was blood and I saw things a lad shouldn’t see

But I’ll not regret the day I stood and London stood with me



And when the news spread the day had been won and Mosley was limping away

There were shouts, there were cheers, there were songs, there were tears and I hear them all to this day

And we all swore then we’d stand up again for as long as our legs could

And that when we were gone our daughters and sons would stand where we stood



Was the first time I’d heard two tiny words said by every woman and man

Now I say them still and I always will

‘No Pasaran!’



This was written during our first tour of Australia in March 2016. I remember vividly going through drafts of it in the passenger seat as we drove the dusty roads of Victoria to play at Port Fairy Folk Festival. We recorded it on Strangers in 2017 knowing as we did so that one day it would be part of a suite of songs about Johnny’s life. Inspiration also came from the memories and reminiscences of many other people who were there.

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ROBSON’S SONG

by Sean Cooney

In a doss in Charing Cross behind a big steel door

I met a man who had the dourest face I ever saw

He was grey as the grave, he was stern and he was grim


His name was Robbie Robson and I said this to him



I said ‘my name is Longstaff and I want to go to Spain’

‘Well are you sure?’ he answered me so I told him again


‘Well how old are you really lad? You look like 12 to me’

‘I’m nearly 20 sir,’ I lied, cos I was 17



‘Now there are things that you must know, lad, if you mean to go

To fight down in a foreign land against a fearsome foe

For the enemy is brutal, lad, and when you’re on the run

You’ll be lucky if you shoot him, lad, cos you won’t have a gun!



And you’ll be no good wounded, lad, by those dirty thugs

For when you go to hospital there won’t be any drugs

And when you come home blinded, lad, without an arm or leg

There’ll be nothing we can give you, lad, you’ll have to go and beg



And the clothes that you’ll be wearing, lad, they come in sizes 2

Too big or too small – but too small’s too big for you!

And when your arse is bleeding, lad, through scratching with the lice

Then you’ll remember me, lad, and think on my advice



And the food that’ll you’ll be eating, lad, it won’t be very grand

The beef is really of donkey and the coffee’s really sand

And when you’re gipping in a bucket, lad, and wishing for your Mum

You’ll remember me, lad, and wish you’d never come



You’ll be burned red like a lobster, lad, beneath the blazing sun

In the Pyrenees you’re sure to freeze with ice upon your bum

Digging trenches with your finger nails, lad, in the frozen ground

You’ll remember me, lad, and wish you’d turned around



So now you’ve heard my story, lad, it is the truth I’ve said

You’ll be either maimed or blinded, lad, or more than likely dead

So now you’re looking at me, lad, tell me your answer plain

I said ‘my name is Longstaff and I want to go to Spain’



Robson’s Song was written on one day in October 2017 when we were waiting to play the North Wall Arts centre in Oxford. Up until that day I’d never heard the expression ‘gipping’ (vomiting) until Andy Bell our sound engineer and producer said it. It seemed to fit perfectly for the song - thanks Andy. Johnny spoke at length about how attempts were made to persuade him not to go to Spain. Other veterans shared similar stories and experiences of ‘the dour faced’ Robson

They put me through a right third degree; at the end I said to him: ‘Don’t you want me to go?’ Syd Booth.

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TA-RA TO TOOTING

by Sean Cooney

We gather for the picture my five mates and me

Like dapper little devils, we are young and free

And I sit in the centre - the captain of the crew

My coat is an old’un but my shirt is almost new

And I sing ta-ra to Tooting and the lads I leave behind

For the train waits in the station and it’s time for me to ride

But I’ll take this tiny picture so wherever I may be

There’ll be Jim and Jack and Ernie, Norman, Les and me.



And as we left the city and the grey land turned to green

I thought about those young lads and the things we’d done and seen

When we fought for the right to ramble the countryside all through

When the fences were all old’uns but the land was almost new

And I’ll sing ta-ra to Tooting and the lads I left behind

When we came to Newhaven there was one thing on my mind

But I’ll take this tiny picture so wherever I may be

There’ll be Jim and Jack and Ernie, Norman, Les and me



As night fell on the Channel and the wind sang on the sea

I thought about those young lads and the times they sang with me

When our tongues told of freedom and every note rang true

And though our tunes were all old’uns our words were almost new

So I’ll sing ta-ra to Tooting and the lads I left behind

As morning broke on Dieppe and the sun began to shine

I’ll take this tiny picture so wherever I may be

There’ll be Jim and Jack and Ernie, Norman, Les and me.



When the picture’s almost faded, when the memory’s almost gone

Will I sit then and wonder how we ever were so young?

Will there be young lads somewhere whose hearts are just as true?

When our old world has faded will theirs be almost new?

Then I’ll cry ta-ra to Tooting and the lads I left behind

80 years before me or 80 years behind

And when all that’s left’s a picture whenever that may be

There’ll be Jim and Jack and Ernie, Norman, Les and me.



Jim, Jack, Ernie, Norman, Les, me


I got the idea for this song whilst on a ferry to Prince Edward Island in Canada in July 2017. I scribbled some verses down but only went back to them in November 2017 when we were back in Canada staying at a friend’s house in Calgary. There’s a little bit of Billy Connolly’s I Wish I Was in Glasgow somewhere in the tune.
Johnny’s five mates were Jim Perry, Jack Brown, Les Hawesby Norman Horwood, and Ernest Harrison. The picture was taken on the day that Johnny left for Spain in September 1937. He didn’t have time to get it developed of course so he wouldn’t have carried it with him across the Channel as the song suggests but it was sent out to him in Spain and he did cherish it.

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NODDY

by Sean Cooney

When our young hero Johnny went for a bath in Paris

He saw a woman in the noddy that made him stop and stare

Well his eyes jumped out their sockets, his heart raced like a rocket

And there was something in his pocket that he didn’t know was there!



Noddy comes from this little story from Johnny’s memoirs about how he and the small group he was with were sent to the public baths to sober up before their medical in Paris.



Away we all went to the baths where I dived into one of the showers and stood shivering as the cold water turned me purple. A woman was singing, she was in the next shower cubicle and only a small partition separated us. I looked over the top, to find out that she was completely nude. It was the first time I had seen a woman 'in the noddy.' If I was drunk, the sight of that naked woman quickly sobered me up. I thought I was in the women's part of the public baths and did not know the French men and women used the same section. At least they did where I was! I quickly dressed and went back to have another medical. I wonder if those French comrades were having a bit of fun with us! - Any Bread Mister?

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THE GREAT TOMORROW

by Sean Cooney

There’s a song sang up in the mountains and there’s a song upon the sea

There’s a song sang in unison and a song in harmony

There’s a song sang in every timbre and in 47 tongues

Thirty thousand voices are all singing our song

And the more of us who learn to sing it then the sooner there will be

Peace beneath the branches of the lime and olive tree



From mine and mill and field and shipyard, from behind the company door

From the playing fields of Eton to the warrens of the poor

From Helsinki to Buenos Aires our reasons are the same

From Melbourne to Vancouver now we have come to Spain

For if you sing a song of freedom then it does not matter where

If your song is freedom then you sing it everywhere.



There are some of our number who have known the pains of war

There are some of our number who have never fought before

But there are none of our number would think it were in vain

To leave their warm blood spilled upon the dry hot soil of Spain

And if I end up on that roll of honour I’ll be in good company

If there’s peace beneath the branches of the lime and olive tree



One day there will be no fascist and no anti-fascist men

One day there’ll be no ‘us’ and one day there’ll be no ‘them’

For equality is for everyone no matter what we’ve done

The sins of our fathers will not ever harm our sons

For there will come a great tomorrow for everyone to see

Peace beneath the branches of the lime and olive tree



But if all our dreams are sold and bartered and if all our names are lost

And if everything we’ve fought for crumbles into dust

They will never take from me the love I felt that day

I went because my open eyes could see no other way

And if I live to be one hundred make this my legacy

Peace beneath the branches of the lime and olive tree


Yes if I live to be one hundred make this my legacy

Peace beneath the branches of the lime and olive tree



Written in Calgary in Western Canada in November 2017 it’s a song about a song. The Internationale was possibly the most popular left wing anthem of the 20th century. This famous song features heavily in the testimonies of many of the volunteers and many of the British described the incredible emotion of singing it at the moment they crossed over the border after climbing through the mountains.

Here were we, all young men from really all the nations of Europe joining this one song in their own language which seemed to express a yearning for the unity of mankind. I find it extremely difficult to explain how exhilarating this was. I don’t think I’ve ever felt the same feeling at any other time in my life. - John Dunbar
Our reworking references the famous words of Cecil Day Lewis

It was not fraud or foolishness glory, revenge, or pay
We came because our open eyes could see no other way
The Volunteer, Cecil Day Lewis

It also owes much to these words of Bob Cooney

And if we live to be a hundred
We'll have this to be glad about
We went to Spain!
Because of that great yesterday
We are part of the greater tomorrow
-Hasta La Vista - Madrid! - Bob Cooney

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AY CARMELA

by Sean Cooney

We are the lost sons of Albion

The men of the British Battalion

There is no gold path to glory Ay Carmela! Ay Carmela!

That is someone else’s story Ay Carmela! Ay Carmela!



Through the hills to Spain we furrow

To find a country cloaked in sorrow

Bodies in the wells were lying Ay Carmela! Ay Carmela!

Blood upon the church walls drying Ay Carmela! Ay Carmela!



Izquierada and derecho

Izquierada and derecho

Imedia vuleta Ay Carmela! Ay Carmela!

Izquierada and derecho Ay Carmela! Ay Carmela!



The first of us fell at Jarama

The earth was warm our blood was warmer

Thomas Carter came a- storming Ay Carmela! Ay Carmela!

Ne’er to see another morning Ay Carmela! Ay Carmela!



At Mosquito Ridge the earth was burning

Our tongues on fire our stomachs churning

‘Aviones!’ the Capitan calling Ay Carmela! Ay Carmela!

The bombs of Brunete falling Ay Carmela! Ay Carmela!


At Teruel the earth was frozen

We dug until our graves would open

Our clothes were old our guns were older Ay Carmela! Ay Carmela!

Our bodies cold our blood was colder Ay Carmela! Ay Carmela!



We are the lost sons of Albion

The men of the British Battalion

There is no gold path to glory Ay Carmela! Ay Carmela!

That is someone else’s story Ay Carmela! Ay Carmela!



Ay Carmela was one of the most famous songs of the Spanish Civil War and like the Internationale it was hard to get away from it when writing the piece. It seemed fitting to use this well-known tune in the way Republican soldiers did by putting original words to it. I’ve borrowed a very emotive line from Laurie Lee for the opening verse


No Gold path of glory, this, for youth to go to war, but a grey path of intense disquiet
-Laurie Lee - A Moment of War

Thomas Carter was a Hartlepool volunteer who died at the Battle of Jarama in February 1937. Sadly, we know little about him. Wherever we perform the show we try and include the names of volunteers who were local to that area at this point.


Though the songs were intended to weave in and out of Johnny’s oral testimony as part of the live show, each one was written in the hope that it could stand up on its own and be performed as an individual piece outside of the context of the show.   In order for Ay Carmela to do this it probably needs a few more verses.

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PAELLA

by Sean Cooney

When Johnny saw Paella he was a sickly fella

He said, ‘I’ll eat that never!’ His eyes were all agog

So Johnny ate an orange and then another orange

Spent two days eating orange and three days on the bog!



When I was a youngster we were eating out somewhere and I refused to eat what was put in front of me I can remember my dad having a look of sorrow on his face when he said “Son if you are hungry enough you will eat anything.” He meant it. -< Duncan Longstaff

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NO HAY PAN (There is no bread)

by Sean Cooney

There’s a rumble on the street

No Hay Pan

The sound of hungry feet

No Hay Pan
Morning breaks once more

Like a ship upon a shore

A boot upon a jaw

No Hay Pan



Now when I was a lad

No Hay Pan

The times they were bad

No Hay Pan

But we did all we could

Break any rule we would

Too hungry to be good

No Hay Pan



We crept into a church

No Hay Pan

And there upon a perch

No Hay Pan

We saw two candles then

We whispered ‘Lord Amen’

And we ate both of them

No Hay Pan




The silence of the town

No Hay Pan

Broken by the sound

No Hay Pan

A lonely mother’s call

Night begins to fall

The longest night of all
                                 
No Hay Pan



This song started on a flight to Canada in July 2017 and took a long time to finish. The story Johnny relates in the live show about being served cat meat was going to be its own song but I struggled with how to go about it and so we decided in the end that we’d let Johnny tell the story in his own words (though we edited out the bit where he said it tasted like chicken!) The second verse came from this email from Duncan


I went to see my Aunt, she told me of a story my Dad told her many years ago.
Dad said that he and his mates were banned from every church in Stockton, the reason for this, and as they were suffering from real hunger they stole candles from churches to eat. - Duncan Longstaff


The first verse owes something to this brilliant line in one of my favourite books of recent years

Morning broke like a frying pan - The Tusk that did the Damage Tania James

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TRENCH TALES

by Sean Cooney

We are three singing soldiers and now here we are again

We survived the Great War boys and now we’ve come to Spain

So crunch on your carbunchies lads and drink that canteen dry

Comrade one,

‘Salud!’

Your time has come, make those tonsils fly!



Wally Tapsell was a London lad as honest as they come

And when they picked the Commissars they said he could be one

So he bought a pair of thigh high boots long and laced and lean

And each night he left them by the door for someone else to clean

Now one night as I was standing guard along comes Barney Shields

I think he was the drunkest man that I have ever seen

Then Barney whips his johnson out, he swivels and he shoots

In no time at all he’s missed the wall and filled up Wally’s boots



Ah ya da da da da da da da da da da da da



Now here’s a little ditty for our four legged furry friends

Let’s hear it for the mules, me boys, they’re with us till the end

And here’s to the brave muleteers boys - the lads who make them go

But there’s one mule to break the rule his name you all should know

Well I reckon he’s a turncoat and now so do all the men

Cos when we’re near the enemy he tries to run to them

Well I sez to Bob, ‘that mule’s a spy what shall we call him?’

‘Well he trots towards the fascists so we’ll call him Chamberlain!’



Ah ya da da da da da da da da da da da da



Our cook is Hooky Walker and one day he sez to John

‘Young Longstaff do you like a drop, are you a drinking man?’

When Johnny said he hardly supped well Hooky smiles with glee

‘Then you can fetch the vino, boy, for all the company!’

So Johnny sets off into town with empty jars in store

He filled each one up to the brim till he was feeling sore

So he tried a little drop himself, he sucked it thirstily

And we found him three hours later, boys, sleep beneath a tree



Ah ya da da da da da da da da da da da da



So now you’ve heard our stories lads and now our song is done

Aviones are all swooping boys it’s time that we were gone

Wherever heads are drooping low and men lie in despair

In times of war when hearts are sore - we’ll be singing there



Trench Tales was written in February 2018 mainly in the van going to and from primary schools in Cambridgeshire whilst we were working on a project called the Sounds of Identity. In 2014 we recorded a trilogy of ‘trench tales’ for a WW1 compilation album called Songs for the Voiceless and it seemed fitting to bring back our ‘three singing soldiers’ and send them to Spain. ‘Carbunchies’ were chickpeas (they were crunchy because no British cook realised they had to be soaked overnight). ‘Salud’ is a popular Spanish greeting. The story of Wally Tapsell’s boots has been retold many times in the testimonies of British veterans. Tapsell died at Calaceite in March 1938. The story of Chamberlain’s mule was remembered by Bob Cooney. John Leith ‘Hooky’ Walker from Fife was the popular quartermaster of the British Battalion. He survived the war. ‘Aviones’ were aeroplanes.

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LEWIS CLIVE

by Sean Cooney

When Lewis Clive took his first swim he kicked his little legs so thin

And though he hardly had the room he swam around his mother’s womb

The midwife waited for a grip like a fielder at first slip

And the bunting it was all unfurled when Lewis dived into the world

But there was one thing held him down - umbilical cord a-twining round

He saw the pliers on the shelf and went and cut the cord himself



For Lewis Clive! Lewis Clive!

Couldn’t wait to be alive

Lewis Clive



When Lewis Clive became a man his back was straight, his arms were strong

And he became an Oxford blue and then in 1932

Beneath a Californian sun the umpire fired the starting gun

And the rings were blazing bright and bold when Lewis won Olympic Gold

And though he missed the boat back home Lewis Clive didn’t moan

It’s a long way from Americay but Lewis Clive swam all the way



Oh Lewis Clive! Lewis Clive!

Aint it great to be alive

Lewis Clive



Then one day in ’38 the big retreat no time to wait

The bridge across the river gone ‘swim lads,’ says big Clive ‘come on’

And like a swan leads her rank he steered us to the other bank

But Thomas struggled with the tide and flailed his drowning arms out wide

But Big Clive pulled him safe from harm and swam with him beneath one arm

And when the job was finally done he swam back and fetched his gun



Oh Lewis Clive! Lewis Clive!

Swore to keep us all alive

Lewis Clive



And how we loved his shining smile and the arms that swam for mile and mile

But Lewis Clive shall swim no more but maybe on a distant shore

St Peter’s standing at the gate, he says ‘Big Clive you’ll have to wait’

‘No bother’ smiles Clive with a grin ‘I’ll go and have meself a swim’

So he dives down to the seas of hell where all them fascists scream and yell

And when God sees just what he’s done he says ‘Moses, mate, you best be gone’

‘There’d be no need to part the sea if Lewis Clive had swam for me.’



Oh Lewis Clive! Lewis Clive!

How I wish he was alive

Lewis Clive



Lewis Clive was written at home in the summer of 2017. The dashing, athletic Lewis Clive (1910-1938) - Etonian, Oxford Blue, Olympic rowing champion, Labour Councillor - was adored by British volunteers. He was also the inspiration for the character Oliver in Mary Wesley’s The Camomile Lawn. The song mixes fact with fiction, of course, and owes something to the great mythical folk heroes the Big Hewer, John Henry and Kilroy. It also has a whiff of the music hall song My Brother Sylveste who ‘drank up all the water in the sea and walked all the way to Italy.’ Brazell Thomas was the Welsh volunteer whom Clive rescued from the fast flowing waters of the Ebro.

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DAVID GUEST

by Sean Cooney

When David Guest first wore a vest and sat on his nanny’s knee

He said ‘Nanny dear, it’s awful queer to live in luxury

Some boys have all the toys and other boys have none

It seems to be unfair to me - something must be done’



David Guest was charming and his voice rang like a bell

But when he lost his temper he really lost it well



David Guest was quickly blessed with his father’s tongue

And he would gob to every mob who did pass along

At nine years old and feeling bold he preached unto a throng

Of nursemaids who looked all amazed that something must be done



David Guest was charming and his voice rang like a bell

But when he lost his temper he really lost it well



Now David Guest was quickly best in every lesson read

Made Cambridge dons suck their thumbs and tug their beards with dread

He crossed the sea to Germany in 1931

He saw the Jews were being abused and something must be done



David Guest was charming and his voice rang like a bell

But when he lost his temper he really lost it well



So David Guest puffed out his chest and he did rant and rail

And for this deed and at great speed they sent him off to jail

When he returned how his tongue burned like something had begun

The pain he'd seen just made him keen that something must be done



David Guest was charming and his voice rang like a bell

But when he lost his temper he really lost it well

David Guest could hardly rest - it caused his mother pain

And though she begged David said ‘I must go to Spain.’

As the Ebro flows David knows the reason why we’ve come

‘When the world’s on fire you mustn’t tire - something must be done'



David Guest was charming and his voice rang like a bell

But when he lost his temper he really lost it well



David Guest shot through the chest by a sniper’s gun

And the earth was thin we laid him in on Hill 481

And those who heard his final words made sure to pass them on

‘Leave me still, get up the hill – something must be done’


David Guest was one of the last songs to be completed in March 2018. Dave wrote the tune after we abandoned an earlier version which had a much bluesier feel. The life of David Guest – Mathematician, Philosopher, Composer, Idealist, Communist - is captured beautifully in David Guest – A Scientist Fights for Freedom 1911-1938 which was compiled shortly after his death by his mother Carmel Haden Guest. In one anecdote we hear how the infant David met J. M. Barrie who asked him if he wanted to grow up. ‘Not if I end up looking like you,’ he replied! He wasn’t known to have a fiery temper in Spain but this quote from the adolescent Guest really captured my imagination..If you lose your temper lose it properly!

The names of David Guest and Lewis Clive along with Wally Tapsell from London, Harry Dobson from Wales and Morris Miller from Hull were etched onto a concrete monument in the mountains of the Serra de Pandols in 1938. Incredibly this memorial escaped the desecration and destruction of Republican monuments and graves that followed Franco’s victory in 1939. It was re discovered by a group of walkers in 2000 and is the subject of a beautiful David Leach film Voices from a Mountain

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BOB COONEY’S MIRACLE

by Sean Cooney

Well you’ve all heard how 5000 oafs

Were fed by Christ with the fish and loaves

But on the banks of the Ebro in ’38

A miracle happened on my plate



We’d had no scran for two whole days

Fifty seven lads all hot and hazed

When come the Commissar with the grub – what grief!

A loaf of bread and a tin of beef!



Now all us lads were filled with strife

Till up comes Cooney with his tiny knife

And before the land could wolf the sun

Every man had a corned beef bun



Well Jesus may have got more done

But he had five loaves not just one

And Jesus’ men weren’t clemmed like we

They’d not fought fascists in a hot country



So if he can share with all us men

We can share the earth and start again

‘Sharpen your knives’ Bob Cooney said

‘Bring out your beef and bring out your bread!’



We can share the earth, we can start again

Amen! Amen! Amen! Amen!




Bob Cooney’s Miracle was written in Sheffield in November 2015 and recorded on our Strangers album in 2017. My namesake Bob Cooney (1908-1984) came from Aberdeen and was one of the leading figures in the British Communist Party in the 1930s – so much so that many attempts were made to prevent him going to Spain where he might well have been killed.   He went on to serve in WW2 and spent the rest of his working life in Birmingham where he is fondly remembered as a singer, songwriter and raconteur on the Birmingham folk scene. The story of his ‘miracle’ is taken from his memoirs Proud Journey. The tune is borrowed from the Bonny Bay of Biscay – O. ‘Clemmed’ is a wonderful slang word for hungry.

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OVER THE EBRO

by Sean Cooney

I’ll always remember crossing the river

Crossing the river long before the sun

We were dressed up like scarecrows, but scarecrows have more clothes

I carried a blanket and a rusty old gun

When we reached the north shore was then my sweat did pour

For I knew that death may be waiting there

His silence was goading, his hush was foreboding

As we left the pontoons he did not appear



Through dry fields and vineyards how quickly we traversed

Quickly we traversed with hardly a sound

The sun came up scorching - a searing hot morning

And our alpargatas tramped on the dry ground

Some thought they were dreaming, some were not believing

For four hours we marched without any fray

But I knew past this lulling a storm would be coming

A storm would be coming to blow us away



Soon it all started we dropped and we darted

Into the vineyards some cover to seek

And Sexton was lucky a bullet so plucky

Passed through his broad face and sailed out his cheek

But onwards we hurried and forwards we scurried

The Sierra Cabols our shoes cut to shreds

But our luck was fairer when we took Corbera

And made our first camp on a dry river bed



The sun came up shining and we came up climbing

Into the mountains then came the cries

“Avion! Avion! And down came the bombs

And they blew up the dams and cut all our supplies

And soon there was sniping and soon there was griping

And two lads fell by me with hardly a sound

As their blankets hugged them two graves I dug them

In the thin soil when the sun had gone down



We’d no food for three days, no water for two days

With my empty bottle I crawled through the vines

Til a morsel I found there - some grapes on the ground there

And all the lads swore they were better than wine

By the town of Gandesa we met our oppressor

A hill loomed before us all stark in the sun

And like kids in a story we all hoped for glory

And the name of that pimple was Hill 481



Over the Ebro was the final song to be completed in March 2018 barely a week before we premiered the show! It was touch and go whether we could arrange and learn yet another new song but we just about managed it. Cyril Sexton was a London volunteer who, like Johnny himself, was lucky to survive the war after being shot through the cheek. We were delighted when his son Clive came to see the show at Cecil Sharp House in April 2018 and nodded enthusiastically all the way through. The song closely follows Johnny’s account of the build up to the Battle for Hill 481 in Any Bread Mister?

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THE VALLEY OF JARAMA

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 most 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 soil
As part of the 15th Brigade

With the rest of the International Column
In the stand for the freedom of Spain
We swore in that Valley of Jarama
That fascism never will reign

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 most of our brave comrades fell

Now we’ve left that dark valley of sorrow
And its memory we ne’er shall forget
So before we continue this reunion
Let us stand to our glorious dead

The Valley of Jarama is the famous anthem of the International volunteers who went to Spain and now of the people who work tirelessly to keep their legacy alive. The original version was written by Alex McDade from Glasgow who died at the battle of Brunete in 1937 and was sung to the tune of the Red River Valley. The version Johnny leads us in is fittingly known as the reunion version. Though I’ve heard it hundreds of times, listening to Johnny’s voice tremble with emotion in the closing stages still moves me to tears.

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Many thanks to Sean Cooney for generously helping in the collection of the information in this post
Young'ns website:
http://www.theyounguns.co.uk/

CD Reviews

https://www.theguardian.com/music/2019/feb/04/johnny-longstaff-a-forgotten-hero-the-spanish-civil-war-fighter-the-younguns-folk https://louderthanwar.com/younguns-ballad-johnny-longstaff-album-review/
,
http://rootmusic.org.uk/events/the-younguns-present-the-ballad-of-johnny-longstaff/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Young%27uns
https://morningstaronline.co.uk/article/c/longstaff-lives-memorably-again

Johnny Longstaff Voice Recordings held by The Imperial War Museum

https://www.iwm.org.uk/collections/item/object/80009089

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 09 Dec 17 - 08:02 PM

For Those Who Came After: Songs of Resistance from the Spanish Civil War

Thanks to Gary Hammond of The Hut People for bringing this new recording to my attention and for providing the link to information about it. Only a few of the songs are in English but it is well worth reading about. The proceeds of its sale benefit the programs of The Abraham Lincoln Battalion Association .

Link Here

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 25 Oct 17 - 08:18 AM

BOB COONEY'S MIRACLE

Here is al ink to The Young'ns singing Bob Cooney's Miracle on Radio Leeds
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p05k0fbb

I do't know any details about the song but will try to find out about it.

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From: GeoffLawes -
Date: 18/02/2018 AM

BOB COONEY'S MIRACLE

By SEAN COONEY

Well you've all heard how ten thousand blokes

Were fed by Christ with the fish and loaves

Well, on the banks of the Ebro in '38

A miracle happened on my plate!

We'd damn no scran for two whole days

57 lads, all hot and hazed

When come the commissar with the grub, what grief!

A loaf of bread and a tin of beef

Well all us lads were filled with strife

'Till up comes Cooney with his tiny knife

And before the lamb could wolf the sun

Every man had a corned-beef bun!

Now, Jesus may have got more done

But He had five loaves, not just one

And Jesus' men weren't clemmed like we;

They'd not fought fascists in a hot country

So we break and share with all us men

We can share the earth and start again

Sharpen your knives, Bob Cooney said

Bring out your beef and bring out your bread

We can share the earth!

We can start again!

Amen, amen, amen, amen



LISTEN

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 14 Aug 17 - 05:42 AM

nother performance of Old Potato Jones but It's not much to do with the Spanish Civil War even though Potato Jones was ???
https://archive.org/details/TheTwoLeslies71Songs/The+Two+Leslies+-+Old+Potato+Jones+1937.mp3

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GUEST,Ada the Cadre
Date: 02 Aug 17 - 11:26 AM

Does anyone know ALL the words to Old Potato Jones, a 1937 music-hall song by Leslie Sarony & performed here by the Two Leslies? I have them all except the penultimate line of the last chorus. "The spuds have all got off............... He's a grand old man of the sea. David Potato Jones was a Cape Horner, became a captain and was involved in running the blockade of the Basque ports during the SCW.   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oAyRpOblaok

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 28 Jun 17 - 10:19 AM

In the latest newsletter of the International Brigade Memorial Trust came news of two new songs dedicated to British international brigaders John Longstaff and Bob Cooney. These songs appear on the new album by The Young'uns, entitled 'Strangers', which is to be released on 29 September.

The song 'Cable Street' is about John Longstaff, a Tees-sider who took part in the anti-fascist Battle of Cable Street in London in 1936 before going to Spain. 'Bob Cooney's Miracle' tells a story about Aberdeen International Brigader Bob Cooney's time in Spain.

The album can be pre-ordered here:http://smarturl.it/ox0wmn And is reviewed here. https://louderthanwar.com/the-younguns-band-on-the-wall-manchester-live-review/

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 25 Jun 17 - 01:50 AM

I have just received news of a new song written about the sinking of the ship Ciudad de Barcelona in 1937. I have no detailed information to pass on about the song itself but there is a 20 second sound clip available using this link. https://chuffed.org/project/solidarity-park   The link will take you to a site where it is possible to download the whole song in exchange for a donation towards the establishment of a new memorial devoted to the brigadistas who were drowned when the ship was sunk off the coast of Catalonia while bringing over 300 volunteer fighters to defend the Spanish Republic against fascism in 1937. the site displays photographs of the proposed memorial which is based upon reports of the brigadistas singing The Internationale as the boat sank.

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 08 Mar 17 - 03:28 AM

ADELANTE (THE BALLAD OF CLEM BECKETT)



By Joe Solo


On Facebook, Joe Solo recently posted a link to the words and a recording of his new song about Lancashire International Brigade volunteer and speedway rider Clem Becket.
https://www.facebook.com/joesolomusic/posts/10211916440327989
Inspired by the play 'Dare Devil Rides to Jarama', Townsend Productions masterpiece about the life and death of Clem Beckett and his friend Christopher Caudwell (Spriggy) fighting fascism on Suicide Hill February 12th 1937. Beckett was a famous speedway rider and Caudwell a poet, and they fought to the death holding up an enemy advance so that their comrades could escape to safety in the valley behind.

Hey Spriggy, I'm glad that it's you here
It's better to die with a friend
You were there from the start back on Kings Street
And here you are now at the end
Fate mixed our lives up together
And set us down on the same side
A speedway star fighting for words here
And a poet on a dare devil ride

Chorus:
Adelante- forward forever
Adelante- you must stand your ground
Adelante- forward forever
Forward forever and never back down

Hey Spriggy. the fascists are coming
But I'm damned if they're taking Madrid
'Adelante', I know that means 'forward'
It's been my motto since I was a kid
We must make our stand in this valley
In the olives, the scrub and the ash
And I swear by the oil on these fingers
No Pasaran- they shall not pass!
Chorus

Hey Spriggy, you're dead at my side now
And there's no-one to reload this gun
But I'll fire it until my last bullet
Cos there's no way in hell that I'll run
I guess what it all boils down to
Is the one lasting thing you can give
That's your life in the fight for our freedom
To die so that others might live

Chorus
credits
from Not On Our Watch, released January 1, 2018
Joe Solo
license
all rights reserved
https://joesolomusic.bandcamp.com/track/adelante-the-ballad-of-clem-beckett

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 16 Jan 17 - 06:32 AM

I have started a separate Mudcat thread called " 3 New Guthrie songs of Spanish Civil War " which has a link to a report that Will Kauffman has found 3 previously "unheard" songs written by Woodie Guthrie about the Spanish Civil War.


LINK to Mudcat thread " 3 New Guthrie songs of Spanish Civil War "

If anyone knows anything more about these songs will you please post the information on this thread as well?
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26/03/2017

Will Kauffman kindly replied to an email about these songs and says "The titles I’ve got that are explicitly targeted at Franco or that reference him in passing are:

Break with Franco
Spanish Rebel
Stop Franco
Curses for Franco Talking Lost Love Blues
Enda Franco’s Line
Screwball Cannonball

Thanks Will.

Does anyone have any more information/lrics/links about these songs?

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 30 Nov 16 - 06:52 AM

I managed to get into contact with Neil Gore who wrote the play "Dare Devil Rides to Jarama" which features the John Kirkpatrick version of The Lancashire Lads, and he has very kindly sent me the correct lyrics for the song. I reproduce the full song lyrics below , which include verses not included in the YouTube video.
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Hi Geoff,
Here's the lyrics in full for Lancashire Lads:


THE LANCASHIRE LADS
Traditional Song – new words written for Dare Devil by John Kirkpatrick

1. It was September '36
The Party men did say
There's a call for volunteers for Spain
We're bound to march away

CHORUS: For the Lancashire Lads are going abroad
                                  A victory for to gain
                                  To hoist the flag of freedom high
                           Across the coast of Spain

2. 'Twas on a Monday morning
The orders they came round
For gallant lads of Lancashire
To fight on Spanish ground

       3. To the Free Trade Hall in Manchester
             More came there every day
             They came because their open eyes
             Could see no other way

4. Sam Wild was there amongst them all
    Bert Maskey signed up too
    And Booths and Browns and Bensons came
    To join that swelling crew

5. There was Arnold Jeans and Maurice Levine
    Ralph Cantor and Rob Ward
    And lads from Oldham, Salford too
    All chose to come on board

[6. Walter Greenhalgh he was there
    All ready to take his turn
    And Smiths, Swindells, and Sprostons
    Who were never to return]
(This verse didn't make the final cut)

7. Nurses, doctors, they came too
    To help to ease the pain
    And tend the wounds of those who fell
    So they could fight again

8. So Southward down to Dover
    And across to France they'd sail
    To Paris and on to the Pyrenees
    They knew they could not fail

9. And on through Barcelona
    Albacete was their goal
    To join the British Battalion there
      And fight with heart and soul
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Many thanks to Neil for this. His play "Dare Devil Rides to Jarama" has continuing performances in December and in the Spring of 2017 and is well worth a visit.LINk to Interview with Neil Gore about the play

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 27 Nov 16 - 05:59 PM

Here is what I can get from the YouTube video but I think some of the words may not be quite right and I would appreciate any corrections that you can offer. In verse two I am not sure it is "Bert Blasket" and I am not sure of the meaning of the second line in verse two , so something may be wrong there. I would appreciate confirmation or correction of the names in verse three because "Maurice Levine" is the only name I recognise.

The Lancashire lads
By John Kirkpatrick

CHORUSThe Lancashire lads are going abroad, a victory for to gain
To hoist the flag of freedom high,across the coast of Spain.


Sam Wild was there, amongst them all, Bert Blasket signed up too,
And the blues and browns of Bensons came, To join that swelling crew.
CHORUS

Arnold Jeans and Maurice Levine, Ralph Hunter and Rob Ward
And lads from Oldham, Suffolk too, all joined to come on board.
CHORUS

Nurses, doctors, they came too, to help to ease the pain,
To tend the wounds of those who fell, so they could fight again.
CHORUS

So southwards down to Dover and across to France they sailed,
From Paris down to the Pyrenees, they knew they could not fail.
CHORUS

On to Barcelona, Albacete was their goal.
To join the British Battalion and fight with heart and soul.
CHORUS

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 26 Nov 16 - 06:06 PM

I have just returned from an excellent night watching "Daredevil Rides to Jarama" and the performance program tells us that the new words to "The Lancashire Lads" were written by John Kirkpatrick, who is also the musical director of this production. I shall try to take down all the words of the song from the YouTube video and I shall post them in this thread when I find the time and when it is not so late.

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 16 Nov 16 - 07:21 PM

THE LANCASHIRE LADS

By JOHN KIRKPATRICK

Here is a link to a performance of the song on YouTube

YOUTUBE "Lancashire Lads - Song of the Spanish Civil War"

The video tells us that it was

"Sung at the re-unveiling of a plaque in the John Harvard Library to honour Southwark residents who joined the International Brigades to defend freedom. They are singing this in the play "Dare Devil Rides to Jarama " at the Bussie Building, Peckham ".

Does anyone know anything more about this song such as who it is performing and who wrote it and when? "Dare Devil Rides to Jarama " is a play about International Brigade volunteer and speedway rider Clem Beckett which is currently on tour in England . https://www.list.co.uk/event/644344-dare-devil-rides-to-jarama/ The Lancashire Lads, with non Spanish Civil War lyrics, is an older song with numerous threads devoted to it here on Mudcat. I guess that someone has put a new set of words to the older tune for the play?

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 03 Oct 16 - 03:51 AM

Holding Out Against The Night YOUTUBE

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 18 Jul 16 - 04:35 AM

You can now listen to it Holding Out Against The Light
by Ewan McLennan
on the Folk Radio site:
http://www.folkradio.co.uk/2016/07/ewan-mclennan-session-holding-night/

The train rolled out in the morning
Hard jagged peaks pressed the sky
And my thoughts flickered back to you, love
Far from the land passing by

Remember the flowers on the hill, love
Blues and yellows lit the scene
I picked one and pressed it in my pocket
Until I'm home I'll keep it close to me

A match is struck, a lamp throws its light
Holding out against the night

We were stationed first in Barcelona
Before we departed for the front
Through the streets the senioritas wandered
And songs of freedom rang out with the guns

There were voices there from all over
Marseilles, Dublin and Cologne
Down in the drill-yards and the cafes
There was talk of a new world being born

A match is struck, a lamp throws its light
Holding out against the night

The call came to leave one Sunday morning
We laced our leather boots for Aragon
John O' Flynn from county Tipperary
Sang us all an Irish marching song

We sang to the hope of the morning
We sang to the trembling skies at night
There, we called each other comrade
And 'no pasaran' was the cry

A match is struck, a lamp throws its light
Holding out against the night

Some things are just too harsh to speak of
The stones lay withered in the flames
The cold-ash colour of the tunics
Marked where the red clay bared the names

How the sun beat down without mercy
How the wind-scattered sands stung the eyes
Quiet fell at night upon the foothills
As life left the embers of the fires

A match is struck, a lamp throws its light
Holding out against the night

We all rose for La Passionara
As she addressed us from the quay
She said, 'is it not better to die fighting'
'Than live forever on our knees?'

We sang to the hope of the morning
We sang to trembling skies at night
There, we called each other comrade
And 'no pasaran' was the cry

A match is struck, a lamp throws its light
Holding out against the night

A match is struck, a lamp throws its light
Holding out against the night

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 15 Mar 16 - 06:39 AM





Holding Out Against The Night
by EWAN McLENNAN



Last night I went to see Ewan Mclennan perform at Beverley and he sang a new song of his own about the SCW called "Holding Out Against The Night " . It is a good song but he has not recorded it yet. Ewan said he will video it and will put it up on You Tube in July but will send me the words to post here before that. Until then you'll just have to get along to one of his gigs to actually hear the song
http://www.ewanmclennan.co.uk/gigs

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Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes -
Date: 21Mar 16 -
Ewan has sent me the words for "Holding Out Against The Night " but asked me not to post them here until he has recorded the song which will be on 17th July, later this year.

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 04 Mar 16 - 05:49 PM

In Our Hearts Were Songs of Hope


I recently rediscovered a great radio programme called "In Our Hearts Were Songs of Hope." It was written by the late Roy Palmer and broadcast on Radio 4 on 13/07/1988 The programme was presented by Jim Lloyd and consists of taped interviews in which Roy Palmer asked old International Brigade volunteers about the songs they sang in Spain. Most of the songs are then performed by the brigaders or others.
I then discovered HERE , that a copy of the programme is held in the Imperial War museum. I enquired from the IWM about how to buy a copy, since it cannot be accessed on line, but they told me that they did not have the right to sell recordings of the programme and I would need to ask at the BBC. I enquired at the BBC Shop
http://www.bbcshop.com/audio/icat/audio   ( scroll to bottom of page for "CONTACT US")but they replied saying
" Unfortunately this product is not currently available through BBC Shop and we are not aware of any plans to release this title in the near future. As we are the retail outlet only, we do not have any input into the decision making process for new BBC titles or licensed products. "

Perhaps if enough customers enquired about availabilty then the BBC might reissue this interesting programme? The programme is informative and worth hearing.Most of the men interviewed by Roy Palmer are now dead so we won't get as close to this subject again.

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 21 Feb 16 - 03:06 PM

THE BALLAD OF FRANK RYAN
by ANDY IRVINE
Thanks to Marshall Mateer for telling me about this song and for sending me the link to get it on Youtube. Click HERE

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 11 Feb 16 - 10:27 AM

NO PASARAN
By The Minority
Thanks to Gary Hammond for forwarding this link to a song called No Pasaran performed on Youtube by the Minority.


No Pasaran. The Minority

I do not know any more of the song details but I shall try to find out.

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 03 Jan 16 - 05:45 AM

E bay have sent me another link to the sale of an interesting book of songs collected in the SCW. I post it here in case anyone would like to buy it.


http://www.ebay.com/itm/Coleccion-de-canciones-de-Lucha-Spanish-Edition-/251570580607?

From the given ISBN, I can see that it is a book which I already have = a 1980 facsimile edition of Canciones De Lucha a collection of songs made by the composer Carlos Palacio for the Republican Government. Its publication in 1939, was overtaken by the fascist victory and it is therefore rare . This facsimile edition is cheap at US $5.79 with shipping at $6.99 . I paid 45 Euros for my copy from Abe Books.
It consists of about 70 songs ,in Spanish, from various Republican groups and has black and white drawings on most pages.

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 18 Nov 15 - 10:33 AM

I posted a link on another Mudcat thread telling people interested in SCW songs, about a page of listings on Abe Books UK for a facsimile edition of Canciones de las Brigadas Internacionales. It now occurs to me that there might be many readers of this thread who would be interested and so here is the link
< a href="http://www.abebooks.co.uk/servlet/SearchResults?isbn=9788484723431&sts=t&tn=Canciones+de+las+Brigadas+Internacionales%2C%22">Book on Abe Books
It is the book compiled by Ernst Busch during the war for the benefit of the International Brigades volunteers. It has songs in a number of languages. Better link to Abe Books listing http://www.abebooks.co.uk/servlet/SearchResults?isbn=9788484723431&sts=t&tn=Canciones+de+las+Brigadas+Internacionales%2C%22%22%3

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 21 Sep 15 - 08:11 PM


THE INTERNATIONALE

I have, so far, resisted the urge to post this song because it is not, strictly-speaking, about the Spanish Civil War. However, it was certainly a song much sung in that war and therefore in the interest of making this thread comprehensive I am now adding it. I shall preface its inclusion by retelling two stories which I noticed when re-reading Frank Ryan's account of the British, American. Canadian and Irish volunteers in Spain 1936-1938, "The Book of The XV Brigade".* In a section about Jarama called " The Great Rally" he describes how he used the singing of the song to boost morale amongst the dispirited Brigaders.


"Whatever popular writers may say, neither your Briton nor your Irishman is an exuberant type. Demonstrativeness is not his dominating trait. The crowd behind us was marching silently. The thoughts in their minds could not be inspiring ones. I remembered a trick of the old days when we were holding banned demonstrations. I jerked my head back: "Sing up, ye sons o' guns!"

        Quaveringly at first, then more lustily, then in one resounding chant the song rose from the ranks. Bent backs straightened; tired legs thumped sturdily; what had been a routed rabble marched to battle again as proudly as they had done three days before. And the valley resounded to their singing:

                                "Then comrades, come rally,
                                And the last fight let us face;
                                The Internationale
                                Unites the human race."

        On we marched, back up the road, nearer and nearer to the front. Stragglers still in retreat down the slopes stopped in amazement, changed direction and ran to join us; men lying exhausted on the roadside jumped up, cheered and joined the ranks. I looked back. Beneath the forest of upraised fists, what a strange band! Unshaven, unkempt; bloodstained, grimy. But, full of fight again, and marching on the road back.

        Beside the road stood our Brigade Commander, General Gall. We had quitted; he had stood his ground. Was it that, or fear of his reprimands, that made us give three cheers for him? Briefly, tersely, he spoke to us. We had one and a half hours of daylight in which to re-capture our lost positions. "That gap on our right?" A Spanish Battalion was coming up with us to occupy it.

        Again the "International" arose. It was being sung in French too. Our column had swelled in size during the halt; a group of Franco-Belge had joined us. We passed the Spanish Battalion. They caught the infection; they were singing too as they deployed to the right."( P 60)

This story is also told in 'THE BALLAD OF FRANK RYAN' by ANDY IRVINE for which there is a posting 4 places below this, with a link to Andy Irvin's performance of the song.

       Frank Ryan's other story is also from the battle of Jarama and it gives an interesting indication that the Internationale must have been a song that was very frequently sung by the volunteers in the International Brigades

        "At the time of my leaving B.H.Q., there were no signs of any disturbance at the outpost. It was not until after I had started out that I heard the strains of the "International" coming from the direction of the outpost trench. As I got nearer, I was surprised to see numbers of Fascists coming over the land between us and them, singing the "International", and holding up their fists in the anti-Fascist salute. Our boys were holding up their fists in welcome to the men who were coming over. I had not the least doubt but that here was a mass desertion from the Fascist lines. "Yank" Levy seemed to be the first to realise the trick that had been played, but by this time, there were swarms of Fascists in the trench.( P 54)

* Both stories are from The Book of the XV Brigade: Records of British, American, Canadian and Irish volunteers in the XV International Brigade in Spain 1936-1938
Originally published by the Commissariat of War, XV Brigade, Madrid, 1938
1975 facsimile edition published by Frank Graham, Newcastle upon Tyne

Frank Ryan's extracts were taken from the 2003 edition (eds Alan Warren & Nigel Pell, Warren & Pell Publishing, Abersychan), chapter entitled 'With the British Battalion: From narratives of members of the Battalion Staff' (p47).        




THE INTERNATIONALE

Words by Eugene Pottier (Paris 1871)
Music by Pierre Degeyter (1888)


Arise ye workers from your slumbers
Arise ye prisoners of want
For reason in revolt now thunders
And at last ends the age of cant.
Away with all your superstitions
Servile masses arise, arise
We'll change henceforth the old tradition
And spurn the dust to win the prize.

So comrades, come rally
And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race.
So comrades, come rally
And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race.

No more deluded by reaction
On tyrants only we'll make war
The soldiers too will take strike action
They'll break ranks and fight no more
And if those cannibals keep trying
To sacrifice us to their pride
They soon shall hear the bullets flying
We'll shoot the generals on our own side.

No saviour from on high delivers
No faith have we in prince or peer
Our own right hand the chains must shiver
Chains of hatred, greed and fear
E'er the thieves will out with their booty
And give to all a happier lot.
Each at the forge must do their duty
And we'll strike while the iron is hot.

The Internationale has various forms and a long history which can be seen on Wikipedia using this link.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Internationale

It has also featured in a previousMudcat thread


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Below are some links to different versions performed on YouTube
Alister Hulett Singing The Internationale Here
Internationale - American (cleaned version from 1933!)
Billy Bragg - Internationale
Internationale (Original English Version)

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 16 Aug 15 - 08:30 PM

WHEN THE CALL COMES
I have just found a Youtube video of a song about the Spanish Civil War called "When The Call Comes" performed by George Archibald and Ian McCalman which is recorded on the Greentrax CD "Scots In The Spanish Civil War".
More on this CD Here
You can hear it with this link:

When The Call Comes by George Archibald & Ian McCalman
If anyone knows more information about the origins of this song or can give the complete lyrics then please post below

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GeoffLawes
Date: 07 Aug 15 - 03:53 PM

Thank you GUEST,Gerry ,
Below I have posted the link you gave to the " Young man From Alcala" in the form that Mudcat calls a "blue clicky" . Now the video can now be accessed directly by clicking on the following " blue clicky".
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvCJzflGv7M
The tune sung in the Good Fight video did make me think of The Young Man From Alcala, but I did not remember the lyrics of that song well enough to make the proper connection . Yes The Good Fight song is clearly The Young Man From Alcala in a shortened form. Well done!
I have now, below, cut and pasted the comments made on The Young Man From Alcala   YouTube video about that song's lyrics

        
haralaboskesa
Against Franco's heel, Dutche's lackey

A Spaniard who hailed from Alcala
When angered would shout 'mucha mala!
' He'd toss a grenade at a Moorish Brigade And blew all the facists to Allah

haralaboskesa
Oh the Lincoln boys fought at Jarama
They made the fascisti cry 'Mama!'
They were holding the line for months at a time
And for football they would play with bomma
Yippy ..
.
A codger from ol' Albacete Took ...... ?
When asked how he felt he just hitched up his belt
And said I can't tell just as yetta
Yippy

Cracken1979

Oh the Lincoln Battalion by crackey
A bunch of brave bozos though whacky
They held down the line for months at a time
'Gainst Franco xxx and his lackey.
Yippy ....

't Was there on the plains of Brunete
Midst a hail of steel confetti
With our planes and our bombs we would xxx Franco's ranks
And pick out Italian spagetta

Cracken1979
...against Franco Il Duces's lackey



Here is a "blue clicky " link to your other useful led to the Smithsonian Folkways site

< a href="http://media.smithsonianfolkways.org/liner_notes/folkways/FW05436.pdf">http://media.smithsonianfolkways.org/liner_notes/folkways/FW05436.pdf
LINK TO LINER Notes for Songs OF THE SPANISH CIVIL WAR VOL1 FROM SMITHSONIAN INSTITUTE
http://media.smithsonianfolkways.org/liner_notes/folkways/FW05436.pdf

Below are the Lyrics which the site gives for the song,

THE YOUNG MAN FROM ALCALA

A Spaniard who hails from Alcala,
When angered would shout mucha mala,
I tossed a grenade at a Moorish Brigade.
And blew all those fascists to Allah,
Yippee ai attee ai ay.


O the Lincoln Battalion by cracky.
. A bunch of brave bozos though wacky,
They held down the line for months at a time.
'Gainst Franco, II Duce's lackey,
Yippee ai attee ai ay.

'Twas there on the plains of Brunete,
Midst a hail of steel and confetti,
With our planes and our bombs
We would smash Franco's ranks.
Got sick on Italian spaghetti,
Yippee ai attee ai ay.
.

O the Lincoln boys fought at Jarama,
They made the fascisti cry mama,
They were holding the line for months at a time,
And for sport they. would play wilh a bomba,
Yippee ai attee ai ay.


A codger from old Albacete,
Took on 16 goats for a betta,
When asked how he felt, he just hitched up his belt,
And said, I can't tell just as yetta,"
Yippee ai attee ai ay.

This seems to answer some of my puzzles-but I still think "tanks" is a more likely rhyme for "ranks" than "bombs" in verse three.

Thanks for all your help.

Subject: RE: Songs in English about the Spanish Civil War
From: GUEST,Gerry
Date: 06 Aug 15 - 10:57 PM

But now I see you already had Young Man From Alcala back in 2010. Anyway, the lyrics to all five verses are available at http://media.smithsonianfolkways.org/liner_notes/folkways/FW05436.pdf