Get Out Ye Black And Tans

I was born on a Dublin street
where the royal drums would beat
The loving English feet,
they walked all over us
And every single night
when me da 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 wife how you won medals
down in Flanders
Tell her how the I.R.A.
made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes
of Killashandra
Come let us here you tell
how you slandered great Pernell,
when you thought him
well and truly persecuted
Where are the sneers and jeers
that you loudly let us hear,
when our leaders of sixteen
were executed
Come out you black an tans,
come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals
down in Flanders
Tell her how the I.R.A.
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 bow and arrows
How bravely you faced one
with your sixteen pounder gun
and you frightened them
damn natives to the marrow
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 her how the I.R.A.
made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes
of Killashandra
The time is coming fast
and I think this day is near
when each Seonín traitor
he will run before us
And if there be a need,
qell our kids will say "Godspeed!"
with a verse or two singing
This fine chorus:
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 her how the I.R.A.
made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes
of Killashandra
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 her how the I.R.A.
made you run like hell away
from the green and lovely lanes
of Killashandra