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                                 VIVA IA QUINCE BRIGADA

Long live our 15th Brigade, boys,
Rumbala, rumbala, rum-ba-la.
(Repeat all verses twice)

For her name is grand and glorious
Ay Manuela, ay Manuela!

'Gainst the Moors we aim our rifles,
Rumbala, rumbala, rum-ba-la.
Death to the hirelings of the
  Fascists,
Ay Manuela, ay Manuela,

We have only one desire,
Rumbala, rumbala, rum-ba-la.

Forever end the fascist terror,
Ay Manuela, ay Manuela!

At Jarama we are standing,
Rumbala, rumbala, rum-ba-la.

And we have no planes above us,
Not a tank, nor any cannons,
Ay Manuela!

We have left the Spanish trenches,
Rumbala, rumbala, rum-ba-la.

To fight the fascists where we find
  them,
Ay Manuela, ay Manuela!

 Viva la quince brigada,
Rúmbala, rúmbala, rúm-ba-la,
(Bepeat all verses twice)

Que se ha cubierta de gloria
Ay Manuela, ay Manuela!

Luchamos contra los moros
Rúmbala, rúmbala, rúm-ba-la,

Mercenarios y fascistas
Ay Manuela, ay Manuela!

Solo es nuestro deseo
Rúmbala, rúmbala, rúm-ba-la,

Acabar con el fascismo
Ay Manuela, ay Manuela!

En los frentes de Jarama,
Rúmbala, rúmbala, rúm-ba-la,

No tenemos ni aviones
Ni tanques, ni canones,
Ay Manuela!

Ya salimos de Espana
Rúmbala, rúmbala, rúm-ba-la,

Para luchar en otros frentes
Ay Manuela, ay Manuela!
                     MEN OF THE SOIL

Men of the soil!  We have labored unending;
We have fed the world upon the grain that we have grown.
Now, with the star of the new day ascending,
Giants of the earth, at last, we rise to claim our own.
Justice throughout the land, Happiness as God has planned.
Who is there denies our right to reap where we have sown?

Men of the soil!  Now the torch we have lighted;
Kindle fires in every land where wrings the harvest song!
Shoulder to shoulder in courage united
From every race we come to join the tillers' mighty throng.
Earth ne'er shall eat again bread gained through blood of men.
We have sworn to right forever more the ancient wrong.

Men of the soil! We are coming in judgment
To tell the world till justice rules, there is no liberty.
We in our strength are arising as prophets, 
Marching on to show the world the dawn that is to be.
There's a lightning in the sky. There's a thunder shouting high;
We will never stop until the sons of men are free.

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