Come out ye Black and Tans


I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums did beat
And the loving English feet, they tramped all over us,
And each and every night when me father’d come home tight
He’d invite the neighbors outside with this chorus

So come out you Black and Tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA
Made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra.

Come let me hear you tell
How you slandered brave Parnell
How you had him well and truly persecuted,
Where are the snears and jeers
That give out a little cheer
When our leaders of sixteen were executed.

Come tell us how you slew
Them old Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
How you bravely faced each one
With your sixteen pound of gun
And you frightened them poor natives to the marrow.

Allen, Larkin, and O’Brien
How you bravely called them swine
Robert Emmett who you hung and drew and quartered
High upon that scaffold high
How you murdered Henry Joy!
And our Croppy Boys from Wexford you did slaughter

The day is coming fast
And the time is here at last,
When each yeoman will be cast aside before us
And if there be a need
Sure my kids wil sing, “Godspeed”
To a verse or two of Steven Behan’s chorus.


Written by Dominic Behan

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