I was born in a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat.
And the loving English feet they walked all over us,
And each and every night when me father'd come home tight.
He'd invite the neighbours outside with this Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man,
Show your wive 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.
Come let me hear you tell
How you slammed the great Pernell,
When you fought them well and truly persecuted,
Where are the smears and jeers
That you loudly let us hear
When our heroes of sixteen were executed.
Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man,
Show your wive 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
Come tell us how you slew
Those brave 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 poor natives to their marrow.
Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man,
Show your wive 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.
Now the time is coming fast
And I think the days are here,
When those English Johnnies heels all run before us,
And if there be a need,
Sure my kids wil sing, "Godspeed!"
With a verse or two of Singing this fine .
Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man,
Show your wive 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.