[Chorus]
Get 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.
[Verse]
I was born in a Dublin street where the loyal drums did beat,
And the loving English feet walked all over us,
And each and every night when me da would come home tired,
He'd invite the neighbours outside with this chorus.
[Chorus]
Oh, get 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.
[Verse]
Let us hear you tell how you slandered great Parnell,
You thought him well and truly persecuted,
oh, where are the sneers and jeers you loudly let us hear,
When our leaders of '16 were executed?
[Chorus]
Get 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.
[Verse]
Tell us how you slew them old Arabs two by two,
Like Zulus they had spears and bow and arrows,
How bravely you faced each one with your sixteen pounder gun,
And you frightened them dam natives to their marrow.
[Chorus]
Get 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.
[Verse]
The day is coming fast and the time is here at last,
When each loyalist, they will bow down before us,
And if there'll be a need our children will say "Godspeed!"
With a verse or two of Stephen Behan's chorus.
[Chorus]
Get 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.
[Chorus]
Oh, get 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.