Come Out Ye Black And Tans

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I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat
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And the loving English feet they walked all over us
      F                                   C       Am
And every single night when me da would come home tight
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He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus

         Dm
Oh, come out you black and tans
             C
Come out and fight me like a man
           Dm
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
           F                     C            Am
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away
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From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra

           Dm
Come let me hear you tell
          C
How you slandered great Parnell
          Dm
When you thought him well and truly persecuted
       F
Where are the sneers and jeers
           C           Am
That you loudly let us hear
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When our heroes of sixteen were executed

          Dm
Oh, come out you black and tans
             C
Come out and fight me like a man
           Dm
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
           F                     C            Am
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away
           Dm              C            Dm
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra

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

         Dm
Oh, come out you black and tans
             C
Come out and fight me like a man
           Dm
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
           F                     C            Am
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away
           Dm              C            Dm
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra

     Dm
Now the time is coming fast
          C
And I think them days are here
           Dm
When each English yeoman he will run before us
    F
And if there be a need
        C                   Am
Then our kids will say, "Godspeed!"
        Dm              C              Dm
With a verse or two of singing this fine chorus

         Dm
Oh, come out you black and tans
             C
Come out and fight me like a man
           Dm
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
           F                     C            Am
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away
           Dm              C            Dm
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra

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