Lyrics
I was born on a Dublin street
Where the loyal drums did beat
And those 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 Killashandra
Come let us hear you tell
How you slandered great Parnell
When you thought him well
And truly persecuted
Where are the sneers and jeers
That you loudly let us hear
When our leaders of sixteen 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 Killashandra
Come tell us how you slew
Them old Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears
And bows and arrows
How bravely you faced one
With your sixteen pounder gun
And you frightened them damn
Natives to their 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 Killashandra
Now the time is coming fast
And I think them days are here
When each English seánín
He'll run before us
And if there'll be a need
Then 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 Killashandra
DP DP, Joe Giltrap, Wes McGhee
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