I was born on a Dublin street where the loyal drums do beat And those loving English feet they walked all over us, And every single night when me da would come home tight He'd invite the neighbours 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 k**ashandra. 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 leaders of sixteen were executed. 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 k**ashandra Come tell us how you slew Them oul Arabs two by two Like the Zulus they had spears and bow an arrows, How bravely you faced one With your sixteen pounder gun And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow. 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 k**ashandra now the time is coming fast And I think them days are here When each English an will run before us, And if there be a need then our kids will say, "Godspeed!" With a verse or two of singing this fine 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 k**ashandra