England, 1936. The grip of the Sabbath day In London town the only sound Is a whisper in an alleyway Men put on their gloves and boots Have a smoke before they go From the west there is a warning of A wind about to blow Like Caesar marching to the East Marches Mosley with his men Dressed in their clothes of deepest black Like a gathering hurricane This is the British Union With its flag of black and red A flag that casts a shadow in Berlin and in Madrid So listen to the sound of marching feet And the voices of the ghosts of Cable Street Fists and stones and batons and the gun With courage we shall beat those blackshirts down So mile by mile they come on down To a place called Cable Street And other men are waiting there Preparations are complete Mosley comes so close They now can see his outstretched arm A hand raised up that way Never took the future in its palm Listen to the sound of marching feet And the voices of the ghosts of Cable Street Fists and stones and batons and the gun With courage we shall beat those blackshirts down The battle broke as the fists and the batons fell Through the barricades came the sound of the wounded yells Jack Spot burst through with a chair leg made of lead Brought down a crashing blow on Mosley's head And so we learn from history generations have to fight And those who crave for mastery Must be faced down on sight And if that means by words, by fists, by stones or by the gun Remember those who stood up for Their daughters and their sons Listen to the sound of marching feet And the voices of the ghosts of Cable Street Fists and stones and batons and the gun With courage we shall beat those blackshirts down Listen to the sound of marching feet And the voices of the ghosts of Cable Street Fists and stones and batons and the gun With courage we shall beat those blackshirts down