There's a valley in Spain called Jarama         
It's a place that we all know so well;          
It was there that we gave of our manhood           
Where so many of our brave comrades fell.          

We are proud of the Lincoln Battalion              
And the fight for Madrid that it made,             
There we fought like true sons of the people       
As part of the Fifteenth Brigade.                  

We're the men of the Lincoln Battalion          
And we're proud of the stand that we made       
For we know that the people of the valley          
Will remember the American Brigade                 

From this valley they say we are going             
Do not hasten to bid us adieu                      
For though we've lost the battle for Jarama     
We'll set this valley free                      

You will never find peace with the fascists        
You will never know friends such as we             
So remember the battle for Jarama                  
And the people who will set that valley free       

There's a valley in Spain called Jarama         
Its a place that we all know right well            
For it's there that we fought with the fascists
And saw that pleasant valley turn to Hell          

Now we're far from that valley of sorrow,       
But its mem'ry we'll never forget,           
In the midst of the struggles around us            
Let's remember our glorious dead.