I was born on a Dublin street where the loyal drums do
beat
And the loving English people walked all over us,
And every single night when me dad would come home
tight
He'd invite the neighbors out with this chorus:
Come out you 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 lakes of Killashandra.
Come tell us how you slew
Them ol' Arabs tow by two
Like the Zulus they had knifes and bows and arrows,
How you bravely faced each one
With your sixteen pounder gun
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.
Come out you 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 lakes of Killashandra.
Come let us hear you tell
How you slammed the brave Pernell,
And taught him well and truly persecuted,
Where are the steers and jeers
That you proudly let us hear
When our heroes of sixteen were executed.
Come out you 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 lakes of Killashandra.
Come out you British Huns, come out and fight without your guns,
Show your wife how you won medals up in Derry;
You murdered sixteen men and you'll do the same again,
So get out of here and take your bloody army.
Come out you 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 lakes of Killashandra.
Oh! Come out you 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 lakes of Killashandra.