Black & Tans
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๐ Lyrics
I was born in a Belfast street where the royal drums did beat
And those English loving feet, they walked all over us
And every single night, we me da would come home tight
He'd invite the neighbours outside with this chorus
Come out ya Black and Tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Tell ya wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away
From them green and lovely lanes of Killashandra
Come tell us how you slew them old Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows
How brave you faced one with your 50-pounder guns
You frightened them natives to their marrow
Come out ya Black and Tans, Come out and fight me like a man
Tell ya wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away
From them green and lovely lanes of Killashandra
Oh, Let you bravely tell how you slandered poor Parnell
You fought them well and truly persecuted
Where are the cheers and jeers that you bravely let us hear
When our hers of sixteen were executed?
Come out ya Black and Tans, Come out and fight me like a man
Tell ya wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away
From them green and lovely lanes of Killashandra
Come out ye British huns come out and fight without your guns
Tell yer wives how you won medals down in Derry
When you murdered 14 men and you'll do the same again
Go on home, you go and take your British border
Well the arrow's drawing close and the time will soon draw near
Each tout and traitor we will joust before us
And if there is a need
Sure my kids will sing, Godspeed!
With a bar or two of Steven Beehan's chorus
Come out ya Black and Tans, Come out and fight me like a man
Tell ya wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away
From them green and lovely lanes of Killashandra
Come out ya Black and Tans, Come out and fight me like a man
Tell ya wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away
From them green and lovely lanes of Killashandra
And those English loving feet, they walked all over us
And every single night, we me da would come home tight
He'd invite the neighbours outside with this chorus
Come out ya Black and Tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Tell ya wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away
From them green and lovely lanes of Killashandra
Come tell us how you slew them old Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows
How brave you faced one with your 50-pounder guns
You frightened them natives to their marrow
Come out ya Black and Tans, Come out and fight me like a man
Tell ya wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away
From them green and lovely lanes of Killashandra
Oh, Let you bravely tell how you slandered poor Parnell
You fought them well and truly persecuted
Where are the cheers and jeers that you bravely let us hear
When our hers of sixteen were executed?
Come out ya Black and Tans, Come out and fight me like a man
Tell ya wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away
From them green and lovely lanes of Killashandra
Come out ye British huns come out and fight without your guns
Tell yer wives how you won medals down in Derry
When you murdered 14 men and you'll do the same again
Go on home, you go and take your British border
Well the arrow's drawing close and the time will soon draw near
Each tout and traitor we will joust before us
And if there is a need
Sure my kids will sing, Godspeed!
With a bar or two of Steven Beehan's chorus
Come out ya Black and Tans, Come out and fight me like a man
Tell ya wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away
From them green and lovely lanes of Killashandra
Come out ya Black and Tans, Come out and fight me like a man
Tell ya wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away
From them green and lovely lanes of Killashandra