Come Out Ye Black And Tans
Dominic Behan / Doiminic Ó Beacháin| Original | Bold Orange Heroes of Comber |
| COME OUT YE BLACK AND TANS I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat And the loving English feet they tramped all over us, And each 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 wife how you won medals fown in Flanders Tell them how the IRA Made you run like hell away, From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra. 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, Come out and fight me like a man Show your wife how you won medals fown in Flanders Tell them how the IRA Made you run like hell away, From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra. Come tell us how you slew Those brave Arabs two by two Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows, How you bravely slew each one With your sixteen pounder gun And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow. Oh, come out you black and tans, Come out and fight me like a man Show your wife how you won medals fown in Flanders Tell them how the IRA Made you run like hell away, From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra. 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 wil sing, "Godspeed!" With a verse or two of Stephen Behan's chorus. Oh, come out you black and tans, Come out and fight me like a man Show your wife how you won medals fown in Flanders Tell them how the IRA Made you run like hell away, From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra. | COME OUT YE BLACK AND TANS 1. * As we march up and down on the road to Portadown, Our drums they will blatter like the thunder. And as the day draws near we’ll fill each Fenian heart with fear. We’re the bold Orange heroes of Comber. In Dublin there's a man and he says he has a plan. He has ten thousand men or more they say. But then we need not mind for they’re all half lame and blind. We’re the bold Orange heroes of Comber. *(Repeat) 2. In Comber there’s a man; like his name he is headstrong. He lives on the outskirts of Comber. He says the day will come he’ll stick his foot through our big drum. We’re the bold Orange heroes of Comber. *(Repeat) 3 Then up comes the Pope, with a shovel up his coat. And he says, “Boys go no farther. We’ll tighten up a rope and we’ll stretch King Billy’s throat And he’ll never never cross the Boyne water.” *(Repeat) |
