I offer my edit of Come Out You Black and Tans:
Versions,
for tune,
and beatI was born on a Dublin street where the loyal drums do beat
And the loving English feet they trampled over us,
And each and every night when me da'd he'd come home tight
And invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:
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 tell us how you slew
Them old Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had not but spears an' arrows,
How you bravely faced each one
With your sixteen pounder gun
And you frightened them damn natives to the marrow.
Come let me hear you tell
How you slandered great Parnell,
How you thought him well and truly persecuted,
Where are the snears and jeers
That you louded let us hear
When our leaders of sixteen were executed.
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.
Well come out you British arms
Come out and fight without your guns
Show your wives how you won medals up in Derry
Where you murdered fifteen men and you'd do the same again
So get out and take your fucking army
Allen, Larkin, and O'Brien--
How you bravely called them swine!
Robert Emmett who you hung and drew and quartered!
There upon that scaffold high,
How you murdered Henry Joy!
And our Croppy Boys from Wexford you did slaughter!
CHORUS
So come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals in the Flaklands
Tell them how the IRA
Made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra.
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 will sing, "Godspeed!"
To a verse or two of Beehan's fine chorus.
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.