John McCutcheon - The abraham lincoln brigade

From the f^Darms, from the cities, ^Dfrom every land ^DCame the Abe Lincoln Bri^Agade With a dr^Deam in their hearts, with a g^Dun in their hands The A^Dbraham Li^Ancoln Brig^Dade

^GNo pasaran, ^Dno pasaran So s^Dang the Abe Lincoln Brig^Aade Across the ye^Dars and the oceans We s^Dtill sing the song Of the ^DAbraham L^Aincoln Bri^Dgade

^DCries from the cities, ^Dshouts from the hills The ^DAbraham Lincoln Brig^Aade The f^Dire in the hearts that is w^Darming us still The A^Dbraham L^Aincoln Bri^Dgade

^GNo pasaran, ^Dno pasaran So s^Dang the Abe Lincoln Brig^Aade Across the ye^Dars and the oceans We s^Dtill sing the song Of the ^DAbraham L^Aincoln Bri^Dgade

All the ^Dteachers, the artists, ^Dthe workers who died Oh the ^DAbe Lincoln Brig^Aade Their ^Dstories still thrill me, we ^Dwork side by side With th^De Abraham^A Lincoln B^Drigade

^GNo pasaran, ^Dno pasaran So s^Dang the Abe Lincoln Brig^Aade Across the ye^Dars and the oceans We s^Dtill sing the song Of the ^DAbraham L^Aincoln Bri^Dgade

So raise g^Dlasses and voices, g^Dive them a toast Oh the A^Dbe Lincoln Brig^Aade ^DThose who die best are the ^Dones who live most Like th^De Abraham^A Lincoln B^Drigade

^GNo pasaran, ^Dno pasaran So s^Dang the Abe Lincoln Brig^Aade Across the ye^Dars and the oceans We s^Dtill sing the song Of the ^DAbraham L^Aincoln Bri^Dgade

^GNo pasaran, ^Dno pasaran So s^Dang the Abe Lincoln Brig^Aade Across the ye^Dars and the oceans We s^Dtill sing the song Of the ^DAbraham L^Aincoln Bri^Dgade