I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat And the loving English feet they walked all over us, And every night when me da come home tight He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus: Oh, come out you black and tans, Come out and fight me like a man Show your wife how you won medals fown in Flanders Tell them how the IRA Made you run like hell away, From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra. Come let us hear you tell How you slammed the great Pernell, When you fought them well and truly persecuted, Where are the smears and jeers That you loudly let us hear When our heroes of sixteen were executed. Come tell us how you slew Those old Arabs two by two Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows, How you bravely slew each one With your sixteen pounder gun And you frightened them damn natives to their marrow. now the time is coming fast And i think them days are here When each yeoman will be cast aside before us, And if there be a need im sure our kids will sin god speed With a verse or two of Steven Beehan's chorus.