I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums did beat
And those loving English feet did walked all over us;
Oh and nearly every night, when me Da would come home tight
He'd invite the neighbours outside with this chorus;

Come out you Black and Tans;
Come out and fight me like a man;
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
Oh and how the I.R.A. made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra

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 lovely let us hear
When our leaders of sixteen were executed

Come out you Black and Tans;
Come out and fight me like a man;
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
Oh and how the I.R.A. made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra

Come, tell us how you slew
Them ol’ Arabs two by two;
Like the Zulus, they had spears and bows and arrows;
How bravely you faced one
With your sixteen pounder gun
And you frightened them all natives to their marrow
Come out you Black and Tans;
Come out and fight me like a man;
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
Oh and how the I.R.A. made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra

Now, the day is coming fast
And I think those days are here
When those English johnnies heels will run before us;
Oh and, if there be a need
Then our kids will say "Godspeed!"
With a verse or two of singing this fine chorus

Come out you Black and Tans;
Come out and fight me like a man;
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
Oh and how the I.R.A. made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra

Come out you Black and Tans;
Come out and fight me like a man;
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
Oh and how the I.R.A. made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra

Come out you Black and Tans;
Come out and fight me like a man;
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
Oh and how the I.R.A. made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra