I live in a pretty safe Lib Dem seat (95% sure that they'll get in again) Which i don't mind, but i have a bit more faith in Labour, so thats my vote.
As long as its not a Tory majority tomorrow, i'll be happy.
The peoples flag is deepest red
It's shrouded oft our martyr'd dead
and ere their limbs grew still and cold
Their heart's blood dyed it's ev'ry fold
They raise the scarlet standard high
Within it's shades we live and die
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer
We'll keep the red flag flying here
The workers' flag is deepest red,
It shrouded oft our martyred dead;
And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold
Their life-blood dyed its every fold.CHORUS:
Then raise the scarlet standard high;
Beneath its folds 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 are sung,
Chicago swells its surging song.CHORUS:
Then raise the scarlet standard high;
Beneath its folds we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.It waved above our infant might
When all ahead seemed dark as night;
It witnessed many a deed and vow,
We will not change its color now.CHORUS:
Then raise the scarlet standard high;
Beneath its folds we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.It suits today the meek and base,
Whose minds are fixed on pelf and place;
To cringe beneath the rich man's frown,
And haul that sacred emblem down.CHORUS:
Then raise the scarlet standard high;
Beneath its folds we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.With heads uncovered, swear we all,
To bear it onward till we fall;
Come dungeons dark, or gallows grim,
This song shall be our parting hymn!CHORUS:
Then raise the scarlet standard high;
Beneath its folds we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
Come on all ye Scottish lads and lassies..sing along tae this!
SNP heuch!
The working class can kiss my (insert word rhyming with class here)
I got the foreman's job at last.
Sorry.
We're good eh