When the Foeman Bares His Steel Gilbert and Sullivan

[SARGENT, CHORUS OF POLICEMEN]
When the foeman bares his steel
Ta-ran, ta-ran, ta-ran, ta-ran!
We uncomfortable feel
Ta-ran, ta-ran!
And we find the wisest thing
Ta-ran ta-ran, taran-taran!
Is to slap our chest and sing:

[SARGENT & CHORUS OF POLICEMEN]
Ta-ran ta-ran!

[SARGENT, CHORUS OF POLICEMEN]
For when threatened with emeutes
Ta-ran, ta-ran, ta-ran, ta-ran!
And your heart is in your boots
Ta-ran, ta-ran!
There is nothing brings it round
Like the trumpet's martial sound
Like the trumpet's martial sound!

[SARGENT & CHORUS OF POLICEMEN]
Ta-ran, ta-ran, ta-ran, ta-ran!
Ta-ran, ta-ran, ta-ran, ta-ran!
Ta-ran, ta-ran, ta-ran, ta-ran!
Ta-ran, ta-ran, ta-ran, ta-ran!
Ta-ran, ta-ran, ta-ran, ta-ran!
Ta-ran, ta-ran, ta-ran, ta-ran!
Ta-ran, ta-ran, ta-ran, ta-ran!
Ran, ran, ta-ran, ta-ran!