| It waved above our infant might
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| When all ahead seemed dark as night;
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| It witnessed many a deed and vow
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| We must not change its colour now
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| So raise the scarlet standard high
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| Beneath its folds we’ll live and die
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| Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer
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| We’ll keep the red flag flying here
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| It well recalls the triumphs past;
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| It gives the hope of peace at last:
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| The banner bright, the symbol plain
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| Of human right and human gain
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| So raise the scarlet standard high
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| Beneath its folds we’ll live and die
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| Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer
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| We’ll keep the red flag flying here
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| With heads uncovered swear we all
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| To bear it onward till we fall
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| Come dungeons dark or gallows grim
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| This song shall be our parting hymn
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| So raise the scarlet standard high
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| Beneath its folds we’ll live and die
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| Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer
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| We’ll keep the red flag flying here
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| We’ll keep the red flag flying here |