Текст песни The Irish Brigade - Black and Tans

I was born on a Belfast street where the Royal drums do beat
And those English loving feet they walked all over us,
And every single night when me Da would come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:

Come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Tell 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 of Killashandra.

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 those damn natives to their marrows.

Come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Tell 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 of Killashandra.

Come let me hear you tell
How you slaughtered the Parnell,
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
Tell 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 of Killashandra.

Come out ye British Huns;
Come out and fight without yer guns;
Tell yer wife how you won medals up in Derry.
Ye murdered fourteen men,
And you’ll do the same again,
For on home you go and take your English border.

Ah, the time is coming fast
And I think them days are near,
When each tout and traitor, they will run before us;
And, if there be a need,
Then our kids will say "Godspeed!",
With a bar or two of Stephen Behan's chorus.

Come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Tell 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 of Killashandra.