| I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums did beat
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| And the loving English feet they walked all over us
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| And each and every night when me da' would come home tight
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| He’d invite the neighbors outside with this
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| Come out you black and tans, come out and fight me like a man
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| Show your wife how you won 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 lanes of Killashandra
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| Come let me hear you tell how you slammed the great Parnell
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| When you fought them well and truly persecuted
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| Where are the smears and jeers that you bravely let us hear
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| When our heros of sixteen were executed
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| Come out you black and tans, come out and fight me like a man
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| Show your wife how you won 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 lanes of Killashandra
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| Come tell us how you slew those brave arabs two by two
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| Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows
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| How you bravely slew each one with your sixteen pounder gun
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| And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow
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| Come out you black and tans, come out and fight me like a man
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| Show your wife how you won 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 lanes of Killashandra
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| The day is coming fast and the time is here at last
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| When each yoeman will be cast aside before us
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| And if there be a need sure my kids will sing God speed
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| With a verse of two of Steven Beehan’s Come out you black and tans,
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| come out and fight me like a man
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| Show your wife how you won 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 lanes of Killashandra |