[Verse]
I was born in a Belfast street where the loyal drums did beat,
And those loving English feet they walked all over us,
And every single night when ma da would come home tight,
He'd invite the neighbours out with this chorus.
[Chorus]
Ah, come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
Tell your wives 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]
Come tell us how you slew those brave Arabs two by two,
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
How ya bravely you faced each one with your fifty pounder gun,
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.
[Chorus]
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
Tell your wives 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]
Oh, let you bravely tell how you slandered poor Parnell,
You thought him well and truly persecuted,
Where are the cheers and jeers that you bravely let us hear,
When our heroes of '16 were executed?
[Chorus]
Ah, come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
Tell your wives 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.
[Interlude]
From Dublin in the 1920s we go forward in time,
To the streets of Derry in the 1970s,
A dark day in Irish history known as Bloody Sunday,
When British paratroopers murdered 14 demonstrators.
[Chorus]
Come on out ye British Huns, come on out without your guns,
Tell your wives how you won your medals down in Derry,
When you murdered fourteen men and you'd do the same again,
Go on home you go and take your English border.
[Verse]
Well the hour is drawing close and the time will soon draw near,
Each tan and traitor we will be cast aside before us,
And if there be a need sure me kids will say, "Godspeed!",
With a bar or two of Stephen Behan's chorus.
[Chorus]
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
Tell your wives 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]
Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man,
Tell your wives 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.