I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat And the loving English feet they walked all over us, And every single night when me da would come home tight He'd invite the neighbors out with this chorus:
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 her how the IRA Made you run like hell away, From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra.
Come let us hear you tell How you slammed the great Pernell, When you fought them well and truly persecuted, Where are the smears and jeers That you loudly let us hear When our heroes of sixteen were executed.
Come tell us how you slew Those old Arabs two by two Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows, How you bravely slew each one With your sixteen pounder gun And you frightened them damn natives to the marrow.
The time is coming fast And I think this day is near When each yeoman will be cast aside before us, And if there be a need well our kids will say god speed With a verse or two of singing this fine chorusTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
