"Take it Down from the Mast" is the common name of an Irish republican song written in 1923 by James Ryan. Entitled "Lines Written by a Republican Soldier in 1923", it was first published in 1936 in Good-Bye Twilight: Songs of Struggle in Ireland, a collection of songs by Leslie Daiken. Its lyrics refer to the Irish Civil War (1922–23), while the flag in question is the Irish tricolour. The song tells supporters of the Anglo-Irish Treaty and the Irish Free State to take down and cease using it, as it is also the flag of the Irish Republic, which the "Free Staters" betrayed. At the time, the Anti-Treaty IRA regarded their Civil War opponents as traitors and therefore unworthy to use the Irish tricolour. In 1959, a version written by Dominic Behan was published. It told of the execution of four members of the IRA Executive on 8 December 1922: Dubliner Rory O'Connor, who was spokesman for the Four Courts garrison at the outbreak of the Civil War; Galway man Liam Mellows; Cork volunteer Dick Barrett; and IRA chief-of-staff Joe McKelvey from Tyrone. Their shooting in captivity was a reprisal for the IRA's assassination, the previous day, of T.D Seán Hales. Behan's also accused the Free State of abandoning the province of Ulster, much of which became the state of Northern Ireland after partition in 1921. Original lyrics "Lines written by a Republican Soldier in 1923" by James Ryan Take it down from the mast, Irish traitors,’Tis the flag we republicans claim.It can never be owned by Free StatersWho shed nothing upon it but shame.Then leave it to those who are willing,To uphold it in war or in peace,Those men who intend to do killingUntil England's tyranny cease. Take it down from the mast to remember,Your comrades who fell in the fight,Those brave men who'd never surrenderTo John Bull, that big tyrant of might.The flag which to those men spelled freedomFrom a foe that is centuries old;Looking back on the past we can see themDefending the green, white and gold. I saw it in all the bright gloryWhen first it was flung to the wind,When of freedom they told us the storyThat no other nation could find,When of martyrs their blood often freed usTill a traitor to England had soldThe land that sorely doth need usTo fight for the green, white and gold. Take it down for its cause