Black and Tans

I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat And the loving English feet they chop all over us And each day and every night when me father'd come home tight He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus 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 lanes of Killashandra Well, come out you British ants Come out and fight without your guns Show your wives how you won medals up in Derry Where you murdered 60 men and you'd do the same again So leave out and take your fucking army 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 lanes of Killashandra So let's see how you slew them poor Arabs two by two Like the Zulus, they had spears and bows and arrows Tell them how you faced each one with your 16-pounder gun And you frightened them poor natives to their marrows Allen, Larkin, and O'Brien How they sung and called you swine Robert Emmett, who you hung and drew and quartered Right upon the scaffold high How you butchered Henry Joy And our croppy boys from Wexford you did slaughter Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh 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 lanes of Killashandra