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Come Out Ye Black And Tans!

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Skrevet af Frederik40 19. februar 2021 03:11


I was born in the Dublin street.
where the Royal drums do beat
And the loving English feet. They walked all over us
And every single night.
when me dad would come 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 lakes of Killashandra

Come tell us how you slew them old Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears, bows and arrows
How brave you faced one with your 16-pounder gun
And you frightened them 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 lakes of Killashandra

Come let us hear you tell how you slandered great Parnell
When you fought them 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 lakes 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 lakes of Killashandra

- Irish Rebellion Song -