I was born on a Dublin street where the Loyal drums do 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

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

Come tell us how you slew
Those old Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows
How bravely you faced each one
With your sixteen pounder gun
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow

Chorus

Come let me hear you tell
How you slammed our great Parnell
When you had him well and truly persecuted
Where are your sneers and jeers
That you loudly let us hear
When our leaders of '16 were executed

Chorus

Well the time is coming fast
And I think it's here at last
When each soldier will be cast aside before us
And if there be a need
Then it's sure we'll sing "Godspeed!"
With a verse or two of Steven Beehan's chorus