Come out Ye Black 'n' Tans Songtext
von Derek Warfield and the Young Wolfe Tones

I was born on a Dublin street where the royal drums did beat
And those loving English feet they tramped all over us
And every single night when my dad had came home tight
He′d invite the neighbors 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 '16 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 all Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows
How bravely you′ve faced one with your 16-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
The time is coming fast and the picked day is near
When each yeoman will be cut aside before us,
And if there
Be a need, when our kids would sing, "Godspeed"
With a verse or two of Stephen Behan's 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.
I was born on a Dublin street where the royal drums did beat
And those loving English feet they tramped all over us
And every single night when my dad had came home tight
He'd invite the neighbors 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 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.