I was born on a Dublin street, where the royal drums did
And the loving marching feet, they walked all over us
And every single night, when my father came home tight
He awoke the neighbours outside with his chorus

Come out you Black’n’Tans, come out and fight me like a
Show your wifes 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 Killashandra – yeah!

Come let us hear you tell, how you slammed the great
How you fought him well and truely persecuted
Where were your sneers and jeers that you loudly let us
When our heroes of sixteen were executed

Come tell us how you slew them oul arabs two by two
Like the zulus they had spears and bows and arrows
How bravely you faced one with your sixteen shotgun
And you frightened the poor natives to their marrow

Now the time is running fast and I think the days are
When each f*ck*ng armed yoeman, he runs before us
And if there’ll be a need, then our kids will sing God
With a verse of two of Steven Beehan’s chorus

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