Tradycyjne - Black and Tans!

1. I was born on a Dublin street
Where the Royal drums do beat
And the loving English feet
They tramped all over us
And each 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 wife 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 Killeshandra

2. Come let me hear you tell
How you slammed the great Parnell
When you fought them well
And truely persecuted
Where are the smears and jeers
That you bravely let us hear
When our heros of sixteen were executed.

Oh, 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 them how the IRA
Made you run like hell away.
From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra

3. Come tell us how you slew
Those brave arabs two by two
Like the zulu's they had
Spears and bows and arrows
How you bravely slew each one
With your sixteen pounder gun
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.

Oh, 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 them how the IRA
Made you run like hell away.
From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra

4. 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 my kids will sing Gods speed
With a verse of two of Steven Beehan's chorus.

Oh, 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 them how the IRA
Made you run like hell away.
From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra