Poetic-Verses
Khaki Clothes and Army Boots
Khaki Clothes and Army Boots May 1, 2016
Khaki clothes and army boots kill the people on our street
The enemy came, they found out soon, Irish freedom no defeat
Go home to England, leave our land, take the planters with you
There is no welcome for you here in our country of thirty two
With the empires might you are selective, they picked you for their fight
Killing Irish people as you creep the streets at night
Give a kid of sixteen years a gun to fight your war
Sign your name on the dotted line, see the world for sure
A product of England's failure will fail again for sure
On an Irish street you will face defeat, If you're lucky you'll go home
If your not you may say goodbye on an Irish street alone
The promise of new lands and sunshine, welcome to Ireland's shore
No golden sands, no beaches, you've been sold a dream for sure
Go home before it's over, Go home to England's shore
We all make mistakes in life, you've made one for sure
Take your Khaki clothes and army boots, return them to your boss
They may have sentenced you to death and they never gave a toss
Khaki clothes and army boots, kill the people on our streets
The enemy came, they found out soon, Irish freedom no defeat
Gerrard McGeachy
Khaki clothes and army boots kill the people on our street
The enemy came, they found out soon, Irish freedom no defeat
Go home to England, leave our land, take the planters with you
There is no welcome for you here in our country of thirty two
With the empires might you are selective, they picked you for their fight
Killing Irish people as you creep the streets at night
Give a kid of sixteen years a gun to fight your war
Sign your name on the dotted line, see the world for sure
A product of England's failure will fail again for sure
On an Irish street you will face defeat, If you're lucky you'll go home
If your not you may say goodbye on an Irish street alone
The promise of new lands and sunshine, welcome to Ireland's shore
No golden sands, no beaches, you've been sold a dream for sure
Go home before it's over, Go home to England's shore
We all make mistakes in life, you've made one for sure
Take your Khaki clothes and army boots, return them to your boss
They may have sentenced you to death and they never gave a toss
Khaki clothes and army boots, kill the people on our streets
The enemy came, they found out soon, Irish freedom no defeat
Gerrard McGeachy
