Music: Dominic Behan
I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat，
The loving English feet they walked all over us,
And every single night when me da' would come home tight，
He'd invite the neighbors 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 us hear you tell how you slandered great Pernell
When you tought him well and truly persecuted，
Where are the sneers and jeers that you loundly let us hear，
When our leaders of sixteen were executed，
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 ther how the IRA made you run like hell away，
From the 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 you bravely face one with your sixteen pounder gun，
And you frightened them damn natives to the marrows,
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，
The time is coming fast, and I think this day is near，
When each seonin traitor he will run before us，
And if there be a need, well our kids wil say "Godspeed!"，
With a verse or two of singing this fine 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 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，