I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums did beat
And the loving
English feet they walked all over us
And each and every night when me da' would come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors
outside with this chorus.
Come out you black and tan, 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 Killashandra.
Come let me hear you tell how you slammed the great Parnell
When you fought them well and truly persecuted
are the smears and jeers that you bravely let us hear
When our heros of sixteen were executed.
Come tell us how
you slew those brave 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 poor natives to their marrow.
The day is coming fast and
the time is here at last
When each yoeman will be cast aside before us
And if there be a need sure my kids will sing
With a verse of two of Steven Beehan's chorus.