[Verse 1]
I was born on a Dublin street,
Where the loyal drums do beat,
And those loving English feet they walked all over us,
And each day and every night,
When me Da would come home tight,
He'd invite the neighbours outside with this chorus:
[Chorus]
Oh, come out ye black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man!
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders.
Tell her how the I.R.A.
Made you run like Hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes of k**eshandra.
[Verse 2]
Come let us hear you tell,
How you slandered great Parnell,
When you thought us well and truly persecuted.
Where are the snears and jeers,
That you loudly let us hear,
When our heroes of sixteen were executed?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Come tell us how you slew,
Them old Arabs two by two,
Like the Zulus they had spears, bows and arrows.
Of how bravely you faced one,
With your sixteen pounder gun,
And you frightened them damn natives to their marrow?
[Chorus]
[Verse 4]
Oh, the day is coming fast,
I think them days are here,
When each SeonÃn will be cast aside before us.
And if there be a need,
Then our kids will say "Godspeed!"
With a verse or two of Steven Beehan's chorus:
[Chorus]