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

Come Out Ye Black & Tans

The Wolfe Tones (Hauptdarsteller). Shanachie 1972, MP3-Download, € 0,84

Come Out Ye Black And Tans

Bill Craig (Hauptdarsteller). Emerald Music 2010, MP3-Download, € 0,77

Oh son, I loved my native land
With energy and pride
Till a blight came o’er all my crops;
And my sheep and cattle died
The rent and taxes were to pay,
And I could not them redeem
And that’s the cruel reason
Why I left old Skibereen.

’tis well I do remember
That bleak November day
When the bailiff and the landlord came
To drive us all away
They set the roof on fire
With their cursed English spleen
And that’s another reason
I left old Skibereen

O, your mother too, God rest her soul,
Fell on the snowy ground
She fainted in her anguishing
Seeing the desolation ’round
She never rose but passed away
From life to immortal dreams
And that’s another reason
I left old Skibereen

O, you were only two years old
And feeble was your frame
I could not leave you with my friends
For you bore your father’s name
I wrapped you in my cóta mór
At the dead of the night unseen
I heaved a sigh and bade goodbye
To dear old Skibereen.

Oh father dear, and the day will come
When on vengeance we will call
All Irish men both stout and tall
Will rally on to the call
I’ll be the man to lead the band
Beneath the flag of green
And loud and high, we’ll raise the cry,
Revenge for Skibereen!

Beautiful Cork

Various Artists (Hauptdarsteller). Arran Records 2009, MP3-Download, € 9,89

Skibereen

The Wolfe Tones (Hauptdarsteller). Shanachie 1991, MP3-Download, € 0,84

Im a [a] sailor man from Glasgow town I’ve [G] roamed this world around and round
He’s the [a] meanest thing that I have found in all me [G] days of [a] wandering

And [a] I could see his evil eyes but [G] then he took me by surprise
[a] Take me to your paradise I want to [G] see the [a] jungle

Here we [C] go again, we’re on the [G] road again
Were on the [a] road again, we’re on our way to [G] paradise
We love the [C] jungle deep, that’s where the [G] lion sleeps
For then those [a] evil eyes they have no place in [G] paradise

[a] Graffiti on the wall just as the sun was going down
I see [G] Graffiti on the wall – up the celts, up the celts
[a] Graffiti on the wall it says we’re magic, we’re magic
[G] Graffiti on the wall, graffiti on the [a] wall

And it says [a] ooh [G] ah [a] up the [G] RA say ooh ah up the [a] RA

We went through  each jungle deep, for the paradise that we did seek
‘Twas no trip for the weak, we’re waltzing with the natives

From the Amazon to Borneo from Africa to Tokyo
To the darkest jungles of the world, but no where could I lose him

Around in circles every way he turned to me and he did say
I think your leading me astray I want your soul me boyo

Celtic Symphony

The Wolfetones (Hauptdarsteller). Celtic Collections 2007, MP3-Download,

Celtic Symphony [+10 Bonus]

the Wolfe Tones. Celtic (Megaphon Music) 2005, Audio CD, € 13,77

‘Twas [d] down by the [C] glenside, I [d] met an old [a] woman
[d] A-plucking young [C] nettles, she [d] ne’er saw me [a] coming
[d] I listened a while to the [C] song she was humming
Glory [d] O, Glory [a] O, to the [d] bold [a] Fenian [d] men

‘Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms, on eyes with hope gleaming
I see them again, sure, in all my sad dreaming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.

When I was a young girl, their marching and drilling
Awoke in the glenside sounds awesome and thrilling
They loved poor old Ireland, to die they were willing
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.

Some died by the glenside, some died midst the strangers
And wise men have told us that their cause was a failure
But they fought for old Ireland and never feared danger
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

I passed on my way, God be praised that I met her
Be life long or short, sure I’ll never forget her
We may have brave men, but we’ll never have better
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

Down by the Glenside

The Wolfe Tones (Hauptdarsteller). RMG Digital 2010, MP3-Download,

The Best Of Irish Rebel Ballads

Unknown (Hauptdarsteller). Arran Records 2009, MP3-Download, € 9,89

The Essential Irish Folk Collection

Unknown (Hauptdarsteller). Arran Records 2009, MP3-Download, € 9,89