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COME OUT YE BLACK AND TANS I was born in a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat And the loving English feet they tramped all over us And each day and every night when my father comes home tight He'd invite the neighbours outside with his chorus Oh come out ye 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 in Killeshandra Come let me hear you tell how you've slung the brave Parnell When you thought him well and truly persecuted Where are your sneers and jeers that you loudly let us hear When our heroes of '16 were executed Oh let me hear you slew them poor 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've frightened them poor natives to their marrows 
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