We used to be Socialists
But now we’re raving Monarchists
We’ve learned to serve and scrape and bow
We’ve torn the red flag into bits

Now we sing God Save The King
We don’t believe in anything
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer
The union jack is flying here

It suits today the meek and base
Whose minds are fixed on self and place
To cringe beneath the rich man’s frown
And wait for wealth to trickle down

The people’s flag is deepest red
The Labour Party now is dead
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer
The union jack is flying here

 

see also:

Scottish Labour

The Red Flags