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



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



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



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



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