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 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 Killeshandra.
Come tell us how you slew
Those old arabs two by two
Like the zulu's they had spears and bow and arrows
How bravely you faced one
With your sixteen 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 Killeshandra.
Come let us hear you tell
How you slandered great Parnell
When you thought him well and truly persecuted
Where are the sneers and jeers
That you loudly let us hear
When our leaders of sixteen 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 Killeshandra.
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 Killeshandra.