I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat   And the loving English feet they tramped all over us   And each and every night when me father'd 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 wives how you won medals down in Flanders   Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away   From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra      Come let me 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 bravely let us hear   When our heroes of sixteen were executed      Come out you black and tans,   Come out and fight me like a man   Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders   Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away   From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra      Come tell us how you slew   Those brave Arabs two by two   Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows   How bravely you slew each 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 wives how you won medals down in Flanders   Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away   From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra      The day is coming fast   And the time is here at last   When each yeoman will be cast aside before us   And if there be a need   Then my kids wil sing, "Godspeed!"   With a verse or two of Steven Beehan's chorus      Come out you black and tans,   Come out and fight me like a man   Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders   Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away   From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra