Come Out Ye Black 'N' Tans

I was born on a Dublin street where the loyal drums did beat Where loving English feet, they walked all over us And every single night, when me da' would come home tight He'd invite the neighbors out with this chorus 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 IRA made you run like hell away From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra Come let us hear you tell how you slandered great Parnell When you tortured him well and truly persecuted Where are the snears and jeers that you loudly let us hear When our leaders of 16 were executed 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 IRA made you run like hell away From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra Come tell us how you slew them oul Arabs two by two Like the Zulus, they had spears and bow and arrows How bravely you faced one with your 16 pounder gun And you frightened them damn natives to the marrow 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 IRA made you run like hell away From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra The time is coming fast, and I think the day is near When each hun and heel will run before us And if there'll be a need, well, our kids will say godspeed With a verse or two of singing this fine chorus 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 IRA made you run like hell away From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra I was born on a Dublin street where the loyal drums did beat Then loving English feet, they walked all over us And every single night when me da' would come home tight He'd invite the neighbors out with this chorus 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 IRA made you run like hell away From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra 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 IRA made you run like hell away From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra