Black and Tans

I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat
 And the loving English feet they chop all over us
 And each day and every night when me father'd come home tight
 He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus
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 Oh, come out you 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 Killashandra
 Well, come out you British ants
 Come out and fight without your guns
 Show your wives how you won medals up in Derry
 Where you murdered 60 men and you'd do the same again
 So leave out and take your fucking army
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 Oh, come out you 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 Killashandra
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 So let's see how you slew them poor Arabs two by two
 Like the Zulus, they had spears and bows and arrows
 Tell them how you faced each one with your 16-pounder gun
 And you frightened them poor natives to their marrows
 Allen, Larkin, and O'Brien
 How they sung and called you swine
 Robert Emmett, who you hung and drew and quartered
 Right upon the scaffold high
 How you butchered Henry Joy
 And our croppy boys from Wexford you did slaughter
 Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
 Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
 Oh, come out you 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 Killashandra