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Join the Ministry of Propaganda: Lyrics: I was born on a Caoivish street where the Collie drums did beat And the loving Collie feet they walked all over us, And every single night when me da would come home tight He'd invite the neighbours out with this chorus: “Oh, come out ye green and tans, Come out and fight me like a man Show your wives how you won medals back in Veli! Tell them how the Warden blade made you run like hell away, From the frosted lovely lanes in Tuatha.“ Come let me hear you talk How you breached the great Bulwark, When you thought us well and truly persecuted, Where are the sneers and jeers That you loudly let us hear When our heroes of Conclave were executed. “Oh, come out ye green and tans, Come out and fight me like a man Show your wives how you won medals back in Veli! Tell them how the Warden blade made you run like hell away, From the frosted lovely lanes in Tuatha.“ Come tell us how you slew Them old Guardias two by two Like our traders they had no need for good soldiers Til you bravely faced each one With your fancy volta gun And you frightened them damn civvies to their marrow “Oh, come out ye green and tans, Come out and fight me like a man Show your wives how you won medals back in Veli! Tell them how the Warden blade made you run like hell away, From the frosted lovely lanes in Tuatha.“ Well the day is coming fast And the time is here at last, When each Collie will be cast aside before us, And if there be a need Sure my kids wil sing, “Godspeed!“ With a verse or two of ol' Callahan's chorus. “Oh, come out ye green and tans, Come out and fight me like a man Show your wives how you won medals back in Veli! Tell them how the Warden blade made you run like hell away, From the frosted lovely lanes in Tuatha.“
