I was born on a Dublin street where the loyal drums did beat
And those loving English feet they walked all over us
Oh and every single night when me da’ would come home tight
He’d invite the neighbours out with this fine chorus
Oh, come out ye black and tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Oh and how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra
Come let us hear you tell
How you slandered great Parnell
When you fought them well and truly persecuted
Where are the smears and jeers
That you loudly let us hear
When our leaders of sixteen were executed
Oh, come out ye black and tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Oh and how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra
Come tell us how you slew
Them old Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows
Oh how bravely you faced each one
With your sixteen pounder gun
And you frightened them damn natives to their marrow
Oh, come out ye black and tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Oh and how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra
Oh the time is coming fast
And I think those days are here
When those English Johnnies heels will run before us
Oh and if there be a need
Sure my kids wil say, “Godspeed!”
With a verse or two of this fine chorus
Oh, come out ye black and tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Oh and how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra
Oh, come out ye black and tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Oh and how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra
Oh, come out ye black and tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Oh and 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
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra
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