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.
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