COME OUT YE BLACK AND TANS

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 day and every night when my father comes home tight
He'd invite the neighbours outside with his chorus

Oh come out ye 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 in Killeshandra

Come let me hear you tell how you've slung the brave Parnell
When you thought him well and truly persecuted
Where are your sneers and jeers that you loudly let us hear
When our heroes of '16 were executed

Oh let me hear 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've frightened them poor natives to their marrows


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