I was born on 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 daddy'd come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this ch0rus:
Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.
Come let me 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 bravely let us hear
When our heroes of sixteen were executed.
Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.
Come tell us how you slew
Those brave Arabs two by two
Just like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
And bravely how you killed each one
With sixteen pounder gun
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.
Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.
The things are coming fast
And the time is here at last,
When each yeoman should be cast aside before us,
And if there is a need
Well my kids will say Godspeed!
With a verse or two of Steven Beehan's ch0rus:
Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.
Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.