The Ghosts of Cable Street

England, 1936.
 The grip of the Sabbath day
 In London town the only sound
 Is a whisper in an alleyway
 Men put on their gloves and boots
 Have a smoke before they go
 From the west there is a warning of
 A wind about to blow
 Like Caesar marching to the East
 Marches Mosley with his men
 Dressed in their clothes of deepest black
 Like a gathering hurricane
 This is the British Union
 With its flag of black and red
 A flag that casts a shadow in
 Berlin and in Madrid
 So listen to the sound of marching feet
 And the voices of the ghosts of Cable Street
 Fists and stones and batons and the gun
 With courage we shall beat those blackshirts down
 So mile by mile they come on down
 To a place called Cable Street
 And other men are waiting there
 Preparations are complete
 Mosley comes so close
 They now can see his outstretched arm
 A hand raised up that way
 Never took the future in its palm
 Listen to the sound of marching feet
 And the voices of the ghosts of Cable Street
 Fists and stones and batons and the gun
 With courage we shall beat those blackshirts down
 The battle broke as the fists and the batons fell
 Through the barricades came the sound of the wounded yells
 Jack Spot burst through with a chair leg made of lead
 Brought down a crashing blow on Mosley's head
 And so we learn from history generations have to fight
 And those who crave for mastery
 Must be faced down on sight
 And if that means by words, by fists, by stones or by the gun
 Remember those who stood up for
 Their daughters and their sons
 Listen to the sound of marching feet
 And the voices of the ghosts of Cable Street
 Fists and stones and batons and the gun
 With courage we shall beat those blackshirts down
 Listen to the sound of marching feet
 And the voices of the ghosts of Cable Street
 Fists and stones and batons and the gun
 With courage we shall beat those blackshirts down