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Come out and fight me like a ma
And the loving English feet they tramped all over us,
And every night when me father'd come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:
Oh, 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 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 heroes of sixteen were executed.
Oh, come out you black and tans
Allen, Larkin, and O'Brien--
How you bravely called them swine!
Robert Emmett who you hung and drew and quartered!
High upon that scaffold high,
How you murdered Henry Joy!
And our Croppy Boys from Wexford you did slaughter!
Oh, come out you black and tans
You've heard about the 36th the glorious volunteers
Here's a little history we're trying to repeat
It's sung in every loyalist town and every loyalist street
Oh, bring back, bring back, bring back the black and tans
Bring back, bring back, bring back the black and tans
We'll get the IRA on the run from Belfast to Strabane
With the UDA and UVF and the boys of the Black and Tans
From the famous walls of Derry to Belfast city hall
From Antrim, Fermanagh, Tyrone and County Down
And even in Armagh, boys, where the rebels might be strong
If there's only one big loyalist there you'll hear him sing this song
Oh, bring back, bring back, bring back the black and tans
Bring back, bring back, bring back the black and tans
all we need now is a carbomb...