The institutions and traditions of the British left have enjoyed a resurgence in recent years under the leadership of Jeremy Corbyn and nowhere is this more apparent than in the revival of the party’s rallying cry for action, sung again by the entire auditorium at the close of Mr Corbyn's latest leader's speech.
“The Red Flag” has been the official anthem of the Labour Party since its founding in 1900 but the song was seldom heard under New Labour as leader Tony Blair regarded it as an outmoded relic of the party’s past and an embarrassment to the centrist reforming agenda that saw him drop Clause IV from its constitution – the commitment to “the common ownership of the means of production, distribution and exchange”.
The lyrics to “The Red Flag” were written by Irish activist and journalist Jim Connell in December 1889, its six stanzas usually sung – perhaps due to the month of its composition – to the tune of the traditional German Christmas carol “O Tannenbaum”, despite its author’s preference for using the Robert Burns melody “The White Cockade” instead.
The colour of the banner alludes to the blood ties that unite the brotherhood of international socialists while the lyrics honour those who have fallen in the fight for social justice.
“The Red Flag” is a passionate ode to defiance in the face of “the rich man’s frown” and an expression of faith in the power of collective action and “the hope of peace at last”.
It quickly proved popular with radical left-wing circles in Britain, the US and South Africa in the early 20th century and was sung by dockers, miners and industrial workers as a gesture of solidarity and demonstration of union might.
You can read the song’s lyrics in their entirety below.
The Red Flag (1889) by Jim Connell
The People’s Flag is deepest red,
It shrouded oft our martyred dead,
And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold,
Their hearts’ blood dyed its every fold.
Then raise the scarlet standard high.
Beneath its shade 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 were sung
Chicago swells the surging throng.
It waved above our infant might,
When all ahead seemed dark as night;
It witnessed many a deed and vow,
We must not change its colour now.
It well recalls the triumphs past,
It gives the hope of peace at last;
The banner bright, the symbol plain,
Of human right and human gain.
It suits today the weak and base,
Whose minds are fixed on pelf and place
To cringe before the rich man’s frown,
And haul the sacred emblem down.
With head uncovered swear we all
To bear it onward till we fall;
Come dungeons dark or gallows grim,
This song shall be our parting hymn.
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