BRAVE THE SEA - Come Out, Ye Black And Tans

,_Ye_Black_and_Tans I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums did beat And those loving English feet they walked all over us. And every single night when me father’d come home tight He’d invite the neighbours out with this chorus Come out ye’ black and tans Come out fight me like a man. Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders. Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away From the green and lovely lands of Killashandra. From the green and lovely lands of Killashandra... Come tell us how you slew Them poor Arabs two by two! Like Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows. And bravely you faced each one With your sixteen pounder gun. And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow. Come out ye’ black and tans! Come out and fight me like a man! Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders. Tell em how the IRA made you run like hell away From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra! Come let us hear you tell How you slammed the great Parnell. When you fought them well and truly persecuted! Where are the smears and jeers That you loudly let us hear? When our leaders of sixteen were executed? Come out ye’ black and tans! Come out and fight me like a man! Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders. Tell em how the IRA made you run like hell away From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra! Well the day is coming fast And the time is here at last. When each yeoman will be cast aside before us. And if there be a need, Sure my kids will sing, “Godspeed!“ With a verse or two of Steven Beehan’s chorus! Come out ye’ black and tans! Come out and fight me like a man! Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders. Tell em how the IRA made you run like hell away From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra! Come out ye’ black and tans! Come out and fight me like a man! Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders. Tell em how the IRA made you run like hell away From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra! From the green and lovely lanes... Of Killashandra! I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums did beat And those loving English feet they walked all over us.