When Stockton Cried No Pasaran

The summers end was near We smoked in the dockyard And talked of the foe Which even now came closer They began to arrive Bus loads of them Black hearts in black shirts But we were ready They marched and we charged They ran and we chased The police to protect them They withdrew in haste We rained upon them stones and blows, and be there a God He was not in black clothes But raging there with us They limped away by omnibus A souless caravan Crawled back to Leeds and Nottingham When Stockton cried 'No Pasaran!'.