I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beatnAnd the loving English feet they tramped all over usnAnd each and every night when me father'd come home tightnHe'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:nnOh, come out you black and tans,nCome out and fight me like a mannShow your wives how you won medals down in FlandersnTell them how the IRA made you run like hell awaynFrom the green and lovely lanes in KillashandrannCome let me hear you tellnHow you slammed the great PernellnWhen you fought them well and truly persecutednWhere are the smears and jeersnThat you bravely let us hearnWhen our heroes of sixteen were executednnCome out you black and tans,nCome out and fight me like a mannShow your wives how you won medals down in FlandersnTell them how the IRA made you run like hell awaynFrom the green and lovely lanes in KillashandrannCome tell us how you slewnThose brave Arabs two by twonLike the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrowsnHow bravely you slew each onenWith your sixteen pounder gunnAnd you frightened them poor natives to their marrownnCome out you black and tans,nCome out and fight me like a mannShow your wives how you won medals down in FlandersnTell them how the IRA made you run like hell awaynFrom the green and lovely lanes in KillashandrannThe day is coming fastnAnd the time is here at lastnWhen each yeoman will be cast aside before usnAnd if there be a neednThen my kids wil sing, Godspeed!nWith a verse or two of Steven Beehan's chorusnnCome out you black and tans,nCome out and fight me like a mannShow your wives how you won medals down in FlandersnTell them how the IRA made you run like hell awaynFrom the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra