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Come Out, You Black and Tans
Traditiona; words by Steven Beehan.
notes: The history of the Black and Tans is widely available on line. We
don't do a lot of rebel songs, but this is one of our favorites.
Come Out, You Black and Tans

       Em                                           G                              (F#)
I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums did beat
          Em
And the loving British heels, they marched all over us
     G                       (F#)        D                             (sus)
And every single night when me da’ would come home tight
        Em                     D                     Em-D-Em
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus

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 her how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra

Come let me hear you tell how you slandered brave Parnell
When you thought him well and truly persecuted
Where are the sneers and jeers that you proudly let us hear
When our heroes of ‘sixteen were executed

Come tell us how you slew them old Arabs two-by-two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows
Tell how bravely you faced one with your sixteen-pounder gun
And you frightened them damn natives to the marrow

The day is coming fast, and I think it’s here at last
When each shoneen will be cast aside before us
And if there be a need, then our kids will sing Godspeed
With a verse or two of Steven Beehan's fine chorus