| I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums did beat,
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| And the loving English feet walked all over us;
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| And every single night, when me Da would come home tight,
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| He’d invite the neighbours outside with this;
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| Come out you Black and Tans;
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| Come out and fight me like a man;
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| Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
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| Tell her how the I.R.A. |
| made you run like hell away
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| From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra.
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| Come, let us hear you tell
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| How you slandered great Parnell,
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| When you thought him well and truly persecuted,
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| Where are the sneers and jeers
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| That you lovely let us hear,
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| When our heroes of sixteen were executed.
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| Oh, come out you Black and Tans;
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| Come out and fight me like a man;
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| Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
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| Tell her how the I.R.A. |
| made you run like hell away
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| From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra.
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| Come, tell us how you slew
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| Them ol' Arabs two by two;
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| Like the Zulus, they had spears and bows and arrows;
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| How you bravely faced each one,
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| With your sixteen pounder gun,
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| And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.
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| Oh, come out you Black and Tans;
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| Come out and fight me like a man;
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| Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
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| Tell her how the I.R.A. |
| made you run like hell away
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| From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra.
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| Ah, the time is coming fast
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| And I think those days are here,
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| When those English johnnies heels will run before us;
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| And, if there be a need,
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| Then our kids will say «Godspeed!»,
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| With a verse or two of singing this fine.
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| Oh, come out you Black and Tans;
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| Come out and fight me like a man;
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| Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
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| Oh and how the I.R.A. |
| made you run like hell away
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| From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra.
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| Oh, come out you Black and Tans;
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| Come out and fight me like a man;
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| Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders;
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| Oh and how the I.R.A. |
| made you run like hell away
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| From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra. |