Come Out You Black And Tans

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 night when me da 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 wife how you won medals fown in Flanders 
Tell them how the IRA 
Made you run like hell away, 
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra. 
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 [bad word] natives to their marrow. 
now the time is coming fast 
And i think them days are here 
When each yeoman will be cast aside before us, 
And if there be a need 
im sure our kids will sin god speed 
With a verse or two of Steven Beehan's chorus.