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Internationale - Billy Bragg version

Stand up, all victims of oppression
For the tyrants fear your might.
Don't cling so hard to your possessions
For you have nothing, if you have no rights.
Let racist ignorance be ended
For respect makes the empire's fall.
Freedom is merely privilege extended
Unless enjoyed by one and all.

Chorus:
So come brothers and sisters for the struggle carries on.
The Internationale unites the world in song.
So, comrades, come rally for this is the time and place.
The international ideal unites the human race.
Let no-one build walls to divide us,
Walls of hatred nor walls of stone.
Oh, greet the dawn and come and join us.
We'll live together or we'll die alone.
In our world, poisoned by exploitation
Those who have taken, now they must give.
And end the vanity of nations.
We've but one earth on which to live.

Chorus

And so begins the final drama
In the streets and in the fields.
We'll resist united 'gainst their armour.
We'll defy their guns and shields.
When we fight, provoked by their aggression,
Let us be inspired by life and love.
For, though they offer us concessions,
Change will not come from above.

  Internationale - Traditional version

Arise ye workers [starvelings] 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 [forthwith] the old tradition [conditions]
And spurn the dust to win the prize.

Chorus:
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 [give up their booty]
And give to all a happier lot.
Each [those] at the forge must do their duty
And we'll strike while the iron is hot.