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Black 'n' Tans
Lack of Limits
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I was born on a Dublin street, where the royal drums did beat
And the loving english feet, they walked all over us
And every single night, when my father came home tight
He awoke the neighbours outside with his Come out you Black'n'Tans, come out and fight me like a man
Show your wifes 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 - hey!
Come let us hear you tell, how you slammed the great Parnell
How you fought him well and truely persecuted
Where were your sneers and jeers that you loudly let us hear
When our heroes of sixteen were executed
Come out you Black'n'Tans, come out and fight me like a man
Show your wifes 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 - hey!
Come tell us how you slew them oul arabs two by two
Like the zulus they had spears and bows and arrows
How bravely you faced one with your sixteen shotgun
And you frightened the poor natives to their marrow
Come out you Black'n'Tans, come out and fight me like a man
Show your wifes 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 - hey!
Now the time is running fast and I think the days are here
When each f*ck*ng armed yoeman, he runs before us
And if there'll be a need, then our kids will sing God speed
With a verse of two of Steven Beehan's Come out you Black'n'Tans, come out and fight me like a man
Show your wifes 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 out you Black'n'Tans, come out and fight me like a man
Show your wifes 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 - ho!
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