Selected Works of Mao Tse-tung
--to the tune of Hsi Chiang Yueh
Below the hills fly our flags and banners,
Above the hilltops sound our bugles and drums.
The foe encircles us thousands strong,
Steadfastly we stand our ground.
Already our defence is iron-clad,
Now our wills unite like a fortress.
From Huangyangchieh roars the thunder of guns,
Word comes the enemy has fled into the night.
Poems | Selected Works of Mao Tse-tung