I was born on a Dublin street where the loyal drums did beat,
And those loving English feet they walked all over us,
And every single night when dad would come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors over 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 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 Parnell,
When you thought him well and truly persecuted,
Where are the sneers and jeers that you loudly let us hear
When our heroes of '16 were executed?

(chorus)

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.

(Chorus, 2x)

Well the time is coming fast and I think them days are here,
When each Englishman shall run before us,
And if there be a need, all our kids would sing, "Godspeed,"
With a verse or two of singing to 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 her how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.