Black and Tans

I was born on a Dublin street where the royal drums do beat And the loving English feet they tramped all over us And each and every night when my father'd come home tight He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus: Chorus: O come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra*. 2. Come tell us how you slew them poor arabs two by two Like the Zulu they had spears and bows and arrows How you bravely faced each one with your 16 pounder gun Till you frightened them poor natives to their marrow. Chorus: 3. Come let us hear you tell how you saved the great Parnell When you thought him well and truly persecuted Where are the sneers and jeers that you bravely let us hear When our heroes of '16 were executed. Chorus: 4. Well the time is coming fast and will surely come at last When each yeoman will be cut aside before us And if there'd be a need, sure my kids would sing Godspeed To a verse or two of "Stephen Beehann's Chorus". Chorus: