[Verse 1]
I was born in a Belfast street
Where the loyal drums did beat
And those English, loving feet
They walked all over us
And every single night, when my Da' would come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:

[Chorus 1]
Come out you Black and Tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Tell your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA, made you run like hell away
From the Green and lovely lanes of Cill na Seanrátha

[Verse 2]
Come tell us how you slew
The old Arabs, two by two
Likе the Zulus, they had spears, and bows, and arrows
How you bravеly faced each one, with your fifteen pounder guns
You frightened them damn natives to their marrows

[Chorus 1]
Come out you Black and Tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Tell your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA, made you run like hell away
From the Green and lovely lanes of Cill na Seanrátha
[Verse 3]
Oh, let you bravely tell, how you slandered our Parnell
You fought him well and thoroughly persecuted
Where are the cheers and jeers, that you bravely let us hear
When our heroes of sixteen were executed

[Chorus 1]
Come out you Black and Tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Tell your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA, made you run like hell away
From the Green and lovely lanes of Cill na Seanrátha

[Bridge]
I'm done with the nineteen-twenties
We go forward in time
To Free Derry in the nineteen-seventies
A dark day in Irish history
Known as Bloody Sunday
When British Paratroopers murdered fourteen demonstrators

[Chorus 2]
Come out you British Huns, come out and fight without your guns
Tell your wives how you won medals down in Derry
When you murdered fourteen men, and you'd do the same again
Oh, on home you go, and take your English border
[Verse 4]
Well the ire is drawing close
And the time will soon draw near
Each traitor we will cast before us
And if there is a need, sure, my kids will say godspeed
With a bar or two of Stephen Behan's Chorus

[Chorus 1]
Come out you Black and Tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Tell your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA, made you run like hell away
From the Green and lovely lanes of Cill na Seanrátha

Come out you Black and Tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Tell your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA, made you run like hell away
From the Green and lovely lanes of Cill na Seanrátha