[bad word]  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,
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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! :/