There’s a valley in Spain called Jarama
It’s a place that we all know so well
It was there that we fought against the fascists
We saw a peaceful valley turn to hell.
We are proud of the British Battalion
And the stand for Madrid that they made
For they fought like true sons of the people
As part of the Fifteenth Brigade.
From this valley they say we are going
But don’t hasten to bid us adieu
Even though we lost the battle at Jarama
We’ll set this valley free before we’re through.
You will never find peace with these fascists
You’ll never find friends such as we
So remember that valley of Jarama
And the people that’ll set that valley free.
All this world is like this valley called Jarama
So green and so bright and so fair
No fascists can dwell in our valley
Nor breathe in our new freedoms air.
T: Alex McDade, M: Trad. ("Red River Valley") 1938