Wolfe Tones /

Come Out Ye Black & Tans

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 Kille[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