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=== Red flag of Freedom and equality === | === Red flag of Freedom and equality === | ||
Comrads! Drink you vodka, each hour that passes | |||
Steals, it may be, on our last night's cheer; The day soon shall come, comrads! | |||
Steals, it may be, on our last night's cheer; The day soon shall come, | |||
Breaking shrilly on the soldier's ear. Drink to the faithful hearts that love us, | Breaking shrilly on the soldier's ear. Drink to the faithful hearts that love us, | ||
'Mid to-morrow's thickest fight; While our | 'Mid to-morrow's thickest fight; While our red flag floats above us, | ||
Think, | Think, comrads, 'tis for them we smite. Down with each mean flag of wolf's, raze up the red flag | ||
The flag that shall above us be In triumph seen; Oh! think on its glory, long shrined in story, | |||
Charge for Erin and her Sag of green! | <!--Charge for Erin and her Sag of green! | ||
Think on old Brian, war's mighty lion, | Think on old Brian, war's mighty lion, | ||
'Neath that banner 'twas he smote the Dane; The Northman and Saxon oft turned their hacks on | 'Neath that banner 'twas he smote the Dane; The Northman and Saxon oft turned their hacks on | ||
Revision as of 21:49, 24 March 2017
Songs of the civil war
The internationalie
- This course together with the first corse is sung by the Blood Red Dawn.
In the federal Parliament 3 petitions have been voted down for a ban of the song.
Red flag of Freedom and equality
Comrads! Drink you vodka, each hour that passes Steals, it may be, on our last night's cheer; The day soon shall come, comrads! Breaking shrilly on the soldier's ear. Drink to the faithful hearts that love us, 'Mid to-morrow's thickest fight; While our red flag floats above us, Think, comrads, 'tis for them we smite. Down with each mean flag of wolf's, raze up the red flag The flag that shall above us be In triumph seen; Oh! think on its glory, long shrined in story,