I was born in Dublin streets where the Loyalist drums did beat And the bloody English boots trampled all over us And every single night when me da' would came home tight He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus
Chorus: Come out you black and tans, come on and fight me like a man Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra
Tell her how you bravely slew them poor Arabs two by two Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows Tell her how faced down one with your sixteen pounder gun And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow
Come on and let us hear you tell how you slammed the great Parnell When you fought them well and truly persecuted Where all those sneers and cheers that you bravely let us hear When our heroes of sixteen were executed
The day is coming fast and the time will soon be near When each yeoman will be cast aside before us And if there be a need sure my kids will sing God speed With a verse of two of Steven Beehan's chorusTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.