The Red Flag


The Red Flag, by James Connell, was the song of the British Labour Party and used to be sung at every Labour Party Conference. Tony Blair unfortunately changed that with his NEW LABOUR PARTY, seeking new supporters in whats called the middle class and casting aside some VERY old traditions and long held beliefs. But let US not forget the old ideals - and why the labour movement itself came about.

I'm a very OLD Trade Unionist myself and I was never THAT MUCH into politics, but it soon became clear when I became involved in every day Trade Union Activities that top level Politics was, and still is, involved in every working persons life. So a GOOD Trade Union HAS to keep itself involved.

Who actually looks after YOU; Who has the final say on YOUR Pension ?; YOUR Safety at Work; YOU and YOUR families Healthcare etc etc. - The Government of course. There are so many things involved in an ordinary persons working life that are Politically contolled that YOU still need to influence - and YOU can really only influence them if YOUR Union is Politically involved on your behalf.

So here is the workers Anthem - "The Red Flag." - In MANY COUNTRIES - People lost their lives or were imprisoned in the struggle to allow working people to have a RIGHT to have a say in what effected them on a day to day basis.

The protection of ordinary 'Working Peoples Rights' should not become just be a thing of the past, a passing fad or passing trend. Its as real today as it was decades ago - and even more so I suspect in these days of the Global Market. So stick with your Trade Union, support them to the hilt as they are then only ones that really care - and remember those that fought for the rights you currently have now.

The anthem - the Red Flag - is sung to the tune of 'O Tannenbaum' (or maybe the christmas carol 'Oh Christmas Tree' as you now know it)

Forget the reason the Labour Movement started AT YOUR PERIL !


The Red Flag

The workers' flag is deepest red,
It shrouded oft our martyred dead;
And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold
Their life-blood dyed its every fold.

CHORUS:
Then raise the scarlet standard high;
Beneath its folds we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.

Look 'round, the Frenchman loves its blaze,
The sturdy German chants its praise;
In Moscow's vaults its hymns are sung,
Chicago swells its surging song.

CHORUS:
Then raise the scarlet standard high;
Beneath its folds we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.

It waved above our infant might
When all ahead seemed dark as night;
It witnessed many a deed and vow,
We will not change its color now.

CHORUS:
Then raise the scarlet standard high;
Beneath its folds we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.

It suits today the meek and base,
Whose minds are fixed on self and place;
To cringe beneath the rich man's frown,
And haul that sacred emblem down.

CHORUS:
Then raise the scarlet standard high;
Beneath its folds we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.

With heads uncovered, swear we all,
To bear it onward till we fall;
Come dungeons dark, or gallows grim,
This song shall be our parting hymn!

CHORUS:
Then raise the scarlet standard high;
Beneath its folds we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.


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