
Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Song language: English
Come Out Ye Black -n- Tans |
I was born on a Dublin street where the royal drums do beat |
And them loving English feet trample all over us |
And every single night when me Father come home tight |
He’d invite the neighbors outside for a Oh come out ye black and tans come out |
and fight me like a man |
Show the wife how you medals down in Flanders |
Tell her how the IRA made you run like Hell away |
From the green and lovely lakes of Killeshandra |
Oh tell em how you slew them them poor Arabs two by two |
The Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows |
How you bravely faced each one with your 16 pounder gun |
And you frightened them poor natives to the marrow |
Oh come out ye black and tans come out and fight me like a man |
Show the wife how you medals down in Flanders |
Tell her how the IRA made you run like Hell away |
From the green and lovely lakes of Killeshandra |
Let me hear you tell how you slammed the brave Parnell |
When you thought him well and truly persecuted |
Where are the sneers and jeers that you proudly let us hear |
When our heroes of '16 were executed |
Oh come out ye black and tans come out and fight me like a man |
Show the wife how you medals down in Flanders |
Tell her how the IRA made you run like Hell away |
From the green and lovely lakes of Killeshandra |
The day is comin' and the time here at last |
Each yeoman will be cast aside before us |
And if there be a need kindly send and say «Godspeed» |
And a verse or two of Stephan Behan’s Come out ye black and tans come out and |
fight me like a man |
Show the wife how you medals down in Flanders |
Tell her how the IRA made you run like Hell away |
From the green and lovely lakes of Killeshandra |
Come out ye black and tans come out and fight me like a man |
Show the wife how you medals down in Flanders |
Tell her how the IRA made you run like Hell away |
From the green and lovely lakes of Killeshandra |
From the green and lovely lakes of Killeshandra |