Paddy Goes To Holyhead Come Out Ye Black & Tans
I was born in a Dublin street, where the royal drums do beat
And the loving English feet they tramped all over us
And each day and every night, when me father comes home tight
He´d invite the neighbours outside with his chorus
Come out Ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man
Show your wifes how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA, made you ran like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra
Come let me hear you tell, how you slammed the brave Parnell
When you thought him well and truly persecuted
Oh, where are your sneers and jeers, that you loudly let us hear
When our heroes of ´16 were executed
Come out Ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man
Show your wifes how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA, made you ran like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra
Come tell me how you slew, them poor arabs two by two
Like the zulus they had speers and bows and arrows
How you bravely faced each one, with your sixteen-pounder-gun
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow
Come out Ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man
Show your wifes how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA, made you ran like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra
