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