Black and Tants - Irish Stew of Sindidun

I was born in Dublin streets where the Loyalist drums did beat

And the bloody English boots trampled all over us

And every single night when me da' would came home tight

He’d invite the neighbors outside with this Come out you black and tans,

come on and fight me like a man

Show your wife 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

Tell her how you bravely slew them poor Arabs two by two

Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows

Tell her how faced down one with your sixteen pounder gun

And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow

Come on and let us hear you tell how you slammed the great Parnell

When you fought them well and truly persecuted

Where all those sneers and cheers that you bravely let us hear

When our heroes of sixteen were executed

The day is coming fast and the time will soon be near

When each yeoman will be cast aside before us

And if there be a need sure my kids will sing God speed

With a verse of two of Steven Beehan’s