To each and every underdog soldier,
To every man alone on guard.
We’ll fight for the socialist victory,
Fight with conviction true and hard.

Young man sitting in a Dundee office,
Heat pouring in from the warm summer air.
Young man dreams of a revolution,
A new world order in foreign affairs.

The doorbell rings, and he’s caught in turmoil
Whether to answer or whether to ignore.
Intrigued by the stranger lurking outside,
After hesitating briefly he opens the door.

The stranger speaks of a land far away,
Where his people live the life of refugees.
They’d settled all over the world
Whilst his country was erased with ease.

And no one thought the cause to be of worth,
Hardly anyone seemed to care.
But it chimed with the heart of this young man,
Who believed in a politics just and fair.

And so he travelled to the region of the abandoned country,
Where he met the ‘sons of the martyrs’,
And visited refugee camps riddled with poverty,
Engraved in this young man a determination to set this country free.

And for a time his city flew,
This country’s flag at half past
Generating support everywhere
From marching rallies to the football match.

To each and every underdog soldier,
To every man alone on guard.
We will fight for the socialist victory,
Fight with conviction true and hard.