Lyrics The Wolfe Tones

The Wolfe Tones

Come Out Ye Black And Tans

I was born on a Dublin street where the royal drums did

beat,

And those loving English feet they walked all over us,

And each and every single night when me father came

home tight

He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:

Come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like

a man,

Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders,

Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away

From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

Come tell us how you slew them poor Arabs two by two,

Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,

How you bravely faced each one with your 16-pounder

gun,

And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.

Come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like

a man,

Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders,

Tell them 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

Parnell,

When you thought him well and truly persecuted,

Where are the sneers and jeers that you bravely let us

hear

When our heroes of '16 were executed?

Come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like

a man,

Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders,

Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away

From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.x2