I was [a] born in a Dublin street where the [G] loyal drums did beat
And those [a] loving English feet they marched all over us
And [C] every single night, when my [G] dad would come home tight
He’d [a] invite the neighbours [G] out with this [a] chorus
Come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man
Show your wives 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 Killeshandra
Come tell us how you slew them old Arabs two by two
Like Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows
How bravely you faced one with your sixteen-pounder gun
And you’ve frightened them damn natives to the marrow
Come let us hear you tell how you slandered brave Parnell
When you thought him well and truly persecuted
Where are your sneers and jeers that you loudly let us hear
When our leaders of ‘16 were executed
Now the time is coming fast and I think them days are here
When each yeoman will be cast aside before us
And if there be a need, im sure our kids will sing god speed
With a verse or two of singing this fine chorus
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