There’s a Valley in Spain called Jarama, It’s a place that we all know so well, It is there that we gave of our manhood, And so many of our brave comrades fell.
We are proud of the British Battalion, And the stand for Madrid that they made, For they fought like true sons of the soil. As part of the Fifteenth Brigade.
With the rest of the international column, In the stand for the freedom of Spain We swore in the valley of Jarama That fascism never will reign.
Now we’ve left that dark valley of sorrow And its memories of regret, So before we continue this reunion Let us stand to our glorious dead.