Blackthorn Come Out Ye Black And Tans
I was born on a Dublin street where the royal drums do beat
And them loving English feet trample all over us
And every single night when me Father come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors outside for a Oh come out ye black and tans come out and fight me like a man
Show the wife how you medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like Hell away
From the green and lovely lakes of Killeshandra
Oh tell em how you slew them them poor Arabs two by two
The Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows
How you bravely faced each one with your 16 pounder gun
And you frightened them poor natives to the marrow
Oh come out ye black and tans come out and fight me like a man
Show the wife how you medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like Hell away
From the green and lovely lakes of Killeshandra
Let me hear you tell how you slammed the brave Parnell
When you thought him well and truly persecuted
Where are the sneers and jeers that you proudly let us hear
When our heroes of '16 were executed
Oh come out ye black and tans come out and fight me like a man
Show the wife how you medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like Hell away
From the green and lovely lakes of Killeshandra
The day is comin' and the time here at last
Each yeoman will be cast aside before us
And if there be a need kindly send and say "Godspeed"
And a verse or two of Stephan Behan's Come out ye black and tans come out and fight me like a man
Show the wife how you medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like Hell away
From the green and lovely lakes of Killeshandra
Come out ye black and tans come out and fight me like a man
Show the wife how you medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like Hell away
From the green and lovely lakes of Killeshandra
From the green and lovely lakes of Killeshandra
