Black and Tans - The O'Reillys and the Paddyhats

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

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 sixty men and you’d do the same again

So get out and take your fucking army

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

So let’s see how you slew

Them Arabs two by two

Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows

Tell them how you faced each one

With your sixteen-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

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 in Killashandra