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 father'd come home tight He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus
Chorus: Oh, come out you black and tans Come out and fight me like a man Show your wife 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 Killeshandra
Come let me hear you tell how you slammed the great Parnell When you fought them well and truely persecuted Where are the smears and jeers that you bravely let us hear When our heros of sixteen were executed
Come tell us how you slew those brave arabs two by two Like the zulu's they had spears and bows and arrows How you bravely slew each one with your sixteen pounder gun And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow
The day is coming fast and the time is here at last When each yeoman will be cast aside before us And if there be a need sure my kids will sing Gods speed With a verse of two of Steven Beehan's chorus
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Chorus: Oh, come out you black and tans Come out and fight me like a man Show your wife 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 Killeshandra
Come let me hear you tell how you slammed the great Parnell When you fought them well and truely persecuted Where are the smears and jeers that you bravely let us hear When our heros of sixteen were executed
Come tell us how you slew those brave arabs two by two Like the zulu's they had spears and bows and arrows How you bravely slew each one with your sixteen pounder gun And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow
The day is coming fast and the time is here at last When each yeoman will be cast aside before us And if there be a need sure my kids will sing Gods speed With a verse of two of Steven Beehan's chorus
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