Gerard Smith - Come Out, Ye Black and Tans | Текст песни

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• Gerard Smith
• Come Out, Ye Black and Tans

I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums did beat
And the loving English feet 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, ye 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 leaders 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.

Ah, the time is coming fast
And I think them days are near,
When each English shod in heel 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