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Come Out Ye Black And Tans (Cover) Colm R. McGuinness
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Colm R. McGuinness
Colm R. McGuinness
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominic Behan
Dominic Behan
Songwriter

Letras

I was born on a Dublin street where the royal drums did beat And 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 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 Killashandra Come let us hear you tell How you slandered great Parnell When you fought 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 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 Killashandra Come tell us how you slew Them old Arabs two by two Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows How bravely you faced one With your sixteen pounder gun And you frightened them damn natives to the marrow 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 Killashandra Now the time is comin' fast And I think them days are here When each English seánín he'll run before us And if there'll be a need Then our kids'll sing "Godspeed!" With a verse or two of singing this fine chorus 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 Killashandra 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 Killashandra
Writer(s): Dp, Wes Mcghee, Joe Giltrap Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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