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Come Out Ye Black and Tans

I was born in the Dublin Street where the Royal drums did beat

And those 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 outside with this 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,

Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away

From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra.

Oh, come tell her how you slew them ol’ 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 damned natives to the marrow.

Oh, come let us hear you tell how you slandered great Parnell

Whom you fought and well and truly persecuted.

Where are your sneers and jeers that you’d only let us hear

When our leaders of sixteen were executed.

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 me kids will sing "Godspeed!"

With a verse or two of Steven Behan’s chorus.