I was born in a Dublin street
Where the royal drums do beat
And the loving English feet, they tramped all over us
And each and every night
When me father'd come home tight
He'd invite the neighbours outside with this chorus:
Oh, come out, ye Black and Tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the I.R.A.
Made you run like hell way
From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra
Come, let me hear you tell
How you slandered great Parnell,
When you thought him well and truly persecuted
Where are the sneers and jeers
That you bravely let us hear
When our heroes of sixteen were executed?
Oh, come out, ye Black and Tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the I.R.A.
Made you run like hell way
From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra
Come, tell us how you slew
Them poor Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows
How you bravely faced each one
with your sixteen pounder gun
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow
Oh, come out, ye Black and Tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the I.R.A.
Made you run like hell way
From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra
The day is coming fast
And the time is here at last,
When each shoneen will be cast aside before us
And if there be a need
Sure my kids will sing "Godspeed!"
With a verse or two of Stephen Behan's chorus
Oh, come out, ye Black and Tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the I.R.A.
Made you run like hell way
From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra
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