[Verse]
On the eighteenth day of November,
Outside of the town of Macroom,
The Tans in their big Crosley tenders,
Came hurdling onto their doom.

For the boys of the Column were waiting,
As any proud rebel can tell,
And the Irish Republican Army,
Blew all their battalions to hell.

[Chorus]
So here's to the boys of Kilmichael,
Of Passage, the Key and Macroom,
With their canisters ready and lighting,
Sent many a Tan to his doom.

[Verse]
This brave noble band of coalition,
With terror and villainy proved,
That whichever Lloyd George's assertions,
The rebels would never be moved.

For up in the hills we were waiting,
With hand grenade, nitro and shot,
And the Irish Republican Army,
Wiped all of them out on the spot.

[Chorus]
So here's to the boys of Kilmichael,
Of Passage, the Key and Macroom,
With their canisters ready and lighting,
Sent many a Tan to his doom.

[Verse]
There wages are twice that of Tommy,
And twice Tommy's killings they do,
They'll burn up woman and children,
And boast of the prisoners slew.

But ten times their pay is in fancy,
When out on the lonely hill side,
And the Irish Republican Army,
Scattered the Tans far and wide.