The Red Flag
James O'Connell, 1899
|The worker's 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.
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.
2. Look 'round, the Frenchman loves its blaze,
|3. 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.
4. It suits today the meek and base,
5. With heads uncovered swear we all