Wolfe Tones - Come Out Ye Black & Tans lyrics

I was [Am]born in a Dublin street where the [G]loyal drums do beat And the [Am]loving English feet they walked all over us And [C]each day and every night when my [G]father comes home tight He'd [Am]invite the neighbors [G]outside with this [Am]chorus [CHORUS] Oh come [Am]out ye Black and Tans, come out and [G]fight me like a man Show your [Am]wives how you won medals down in Flanders Tell them [C]how the IRA made you [G]run like hell away From the [Am]green and lovely [G]lanes in k**e[Am]shandra [Am]Come let us hear you tell how you've [G]slandered great Parnell When you [Am]thought him well and truly persecuted Where [C]are your sneers and jeers that you [G]loudly let us hear When [Am]our heroes of six[G]teen were exe[Am]cuted [CHORUS] [Am]Come tell us how you slew them old [G]Arabs two by two Like the [Am]Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows How [C]bravely you faced one with your [G]sixteen-pounder gun And you've [Am]frightened them damn [G]natives to their [Am]marrows [CHORUS] [Am]Well the time is coming fast and I [G]think them days are here When each [Am]English shod in heel will run before us And [C]if there be a need then our [G]kids will say "god speed" With [Am]a verse or two of [G]singing this fine [Am]chorus [CHORUS] [ADDITIONAL VERSE] 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 the need kindly send us a god's speed and a verse or two of stephen behan's chorus Alan [Am]Larkin and O`Brian held you [G]strong and called you swine Robert [Am]Emmett who you hung and drew and quartered High [C]upon the scaffold high, how you [G]butchered Henry Joy And [Am]the Croppy Boys of [G]Wexford you did [Am]slaughter [CHORUS] Well the day is closing fast and the time will soon be past When each dawning will be cast aside afore us And if I be in need then me kids will say godspeed With a bar or two of Stephen Behan`s chorus For the day is coming fast and it will soon be here at last When the North and South will again belong to Erin And once John Bull is gone we will all join in this song For the trumpets of freedom will be blaring