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Based on the song Come Out, Ye Black and Tans. To be sung rather than read, in a sense.
Come Out, Ye Blues and Tans
Molded in a Green Town street,
In the war we had been beat,
Where the jackboots of the Tans,
They had marched over us.
But every single night,
Under glow of candlelight,
Me old da would serenade me
With this chorus.
...
Come out ye Blues and Tans,
Come and fight me like a man.
Ask yourself how long your flags,
Will remain unfurled.
Ask yourself if you could have won,
If not for giant plastic guns,
Taken from the army boxes
Of the Big World.
...
And the same to you damn Blues,
How you marched in pattern too,
How you stabbed us in the back,
Through foul alliance.
Ask yourself can you take it more,
Still not ended is the war,
See your plastic melt in
Fires of defiance.
...
Can the Reds and Greys stand by,
Will they let these monsters fly,
As they round up all the Greens
For execution?
Do you think they'll stop the war,
Or send their armies marching more?
For the ways of Blues and Tans
Are persecution.
...
Come out ye Blues and Tans,
Come and fight me like a man.
Ask yourself how long your flags,
Will remain unfurled.
Ask yourself if you could have won,
If not for giant plastic guns,
Taken from the army boxes
Of the Big World.
...
Now beneath the Green Town streets,
With Resistance fighters meet,
With plastic soldiers taken from
All o'er planet.
We've got Olives, Purples, Teals,
To the tyrants never yield,
As soldiers Black already
Understand it.
...
Come on, ye Greens and Greys,
Now we've got a world to save,
A muti-coloured rainbow of an army.
Yes, it may be a long shot,
But we'll give it all we got,
Even if the undecided call us barmy.
...
Come out ye Blues and Tans,
Come and fight me like a man.
Ask yourself how long your flags,
Will remain unfurled.
Ask yourself if you could have won,
If not for giant plastic guns,
Taken from the army boxes
Of the Big World.