A History of Ireland in Song |
I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums did beat
And the loving English feet they walked all over us
And each and every night when me da would come home tight
He'd invite the neighbours outside with this chorus
Come out you 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 lanes of Killashandra
Come let me hear you tell how you slandered great Parnell
Whom you fought and well and truly persecuted
Where are the sneers and jeers that you bravely let us hear
When our heros of sixteen were executed
Come tell us how you slew those brave Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows
How you bravely slew each one with your sixteen pounder gun
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow
The day is coming fast and the time be here at last
When each yeoman will be cast aside before us
And if there be a need sure my kids will sing God speed
With a verse of two of Steven Behan's chorus.
Come out you 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 lanes of Killashandra
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