Come Out, Ye Black & Tans! - Radio Edit
I was born on a Dublin street
Where the royal drums did beat
And those loving English feet
They'd walk all over us
And every single night
When me da would come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors out
With this fine chorus
Come out, ye Black and Tans
Come on 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 Killeshandra
Come tell us how you slew
Them poor Arabs, two by two
Like the Zulu, they had spears and bows and arrows
How bravely you faced one
With your sixteen pounder gun
Til you frightened them poor natives to their marrow
Come let us hear you tell
How you slandered great Parnell
When you through and well and truly persecuted
Where are the sneers and jeers
That you bravely let us hear
When our leaders of '16 were executed
Come out, ye Black and Tans
Come on 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 Killeshandra
The time is coming fast
And I think those days are near
When each yeoman, he will run before us
And if there be a need
Then our kids will sing godspeed
With a verse or two of Stephen Behan's chorus:
Come out, ye Black and Tans
Come on 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 Killeshandra
Where the royal drums did beat
And those loving English feet
They'd walk all over us
And every single night
When me da would come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors out
With this fine chorus
Come out, ye Black and Tans
Come on 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 Killeshandra
Come tell us how you slew
Them poor Arabs, two by two
Like the Zulu, they had spears and bows and arrows
How bravely you faced one
With your sixteen pounder gun
Til you frightened them poor natives to their marrow
Come let us hear you tell
How you slandered great Parnell
When you through and well and truly persecuted
Where are the sneers and jeers
That you bravely let us hear
When our leaders of '16 were executed
Come out, ye Black and Tans
Come on 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 Killeshandra
The time is coming fast
And I think those days are near
When each yeoman, he will run before us
And if there be a need
Then our kids will sing godspeed
With a verse or two of Stephen Behan's chorus:
Come out, ye Black and Tans
Come on 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 Killeshandra
Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Behan
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