I was born in a Dublin street
Where the loyal drums still beat
And the lovin' English feet they tramped all over us
And each day and every night
When me father comes 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 (Fight me like a man!)
Show you wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like dogs away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra
Oh let me hear how you slew
Them poor Arabs two by two
Like Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
How you bravely faced 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 (Fight me like a man!)
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA made you run like dogs away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra.
Allen, Larkin and O'brien
Held you strong and called you swine
Robert Emmet you did hang and drew and quartered
Up upon the scaffold high
How you butchered Henry Joy!
And our heros of sixteen were executed
Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man (Fight me like a man!)
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA made you run like dogs away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra.
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra!