today he is 120 years old

Comrades, the voices of the dead battalions
Of those who fell that Britain might be Great
Join in our song, for they still march in spirit with us
And urge us on to gain the fascist state!

We're of their blood, and spirit of their spirit,
Sprung from that soil for whose dear sake they bled
Against vested powers, Red Front, and massed ranks of reaction
We lead the fight for freedom and for bread!

The streets are still, the final struggle's ended;
Flushed with the fight we proudly hail the dawn!
See, over all the streets the fascist banners waving -
Triumphant standards of our race reborn!