What song are you listening to?


I was born in a Dublin street,
where the Royal drums did beat,
the loving English feet, they walked all over us,
and every single night,
when me da' would come home tight,
he'd invite the neighbours out with this chorus:
Come out ye' black and tans!
Come out and fight me like a man!
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders!
Tell her how the IRA,
made you run like hell away,
from the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra!
Come let us hear you tell,
How you slandered Great Parnell,
When you thought him well and truly persecuted!
Where are those sneers and jeers,
That you bravely let us hear,
When our leaders of '16 were executed!
Come out ye' black and tans!
Come out and fight me like a man!
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders!
Tell her how the IRA,
made you run like hell away,
from the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra!
Come tell us how ye slew,
Them poor Arabs two by two,
Like the Zulu they had spears and bow and arrows!
How bravely you faced one,
With yer sixteen-pounder gun!
And you frightened all the natives to the marrow!
Come out ye' black and tans!
Come out and fight me like a man!
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders!
Tell her how the IRA,
made you run like hell away,
from the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra!
The time is coming fast,
And I think the day is here,
To kill each yeoman that comes before us!
And if there be a need,
Where our kids will say "Godspeed!"
With a verse or two of singing this fine chorus:
Come out ye' black and tans!
Come out and fight me like a man!
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders!
Tell her how the IRA,
made you run like hell away,
from the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra!
 
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