Come out ye Black and Tans.
(Dominic Behan)
I was born in a Dublin street where the loyal drums do beat
And the loving English feet they walked all over us
And each and every night when me Da would come home tight
He'd invite the neighbours out with this chorusChorus
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 KillashandraCome and tell her how you slew them auld 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 frightened them damn natives to the marrowChorus
Come let us hear you tell how you slandered great Parnell
When you thought him well and truly persecuted
Tell us how you sneered and jeered
When our leaders of '16 were executed
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