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After the Wolfe Tones version
capo 2nd or 3rd fret
or play it directly in Cm, Bb, Cm, Eb, Bb, Cm, Bb, Cm
capo 2nd or 3rd fret
or play it directly in Cm, Bb, Cm, Eb, Bb, Cm, Bb, Cm
Come out ye black and tans
by trad
I was [Am] born in a Dublin street where the [G] loyal drums do beat
And the [Am] loving English feet they tramped all over us
And [C] each day and every night when my [G] father comes home tight
He’d [Am] invite the neighbours [G] outside with this [Am] chorus
(Chorus
Oh come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra)
Oh let me hear you slew them poor Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows
How you bravely faced each one with your sixteen-pounder gun
And you’ve frightened them poor natives to their marrows
Come let me hear you tell how you’ve slung the brave Parnell
When you thought him well and truly persecuted
Oh Where are your sneers and jeers that you loudly let us hear
When our heroes of ‘16 were executed
end chorus 2x
(additional verses)
Alan Larkin and O`Brian held you strong and called you swine
Robert Emmett who you hung and drew and quartered
High upon the scaffold high, how you butchered Henry Joy
And the Croppy Boys of Wexford you did slaughter
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
And the [Am] loving English feet they tramped all over us
And [C] each day and every night when my [G] father comes home tight
He’d [Am] invite the neighbours [G] outside with this [Am] chorus
(Chorus
Oh come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra)
Oh let me hear you slew them poor Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows
How you bravely faced each one with your sixteen-pounder gun
And you’ve frightened them poor natives to their marrows
Come let me hear you tell how you’ve slung the brave Parnell
When you thought him well and truly persecuted
Oh Where are your sneers and jeers that you loudly let us hear
When our heroes of ‘16 were executed
end chorus 2x
(additional verses)
Alan Larkin and O`Brian held you strong and called you swine
Robert Emmett who you hung and drew and quartered
High upon the scaffold high, how you butchered Henry Joy
And the Croppy Boys of Wexford you did slaughter
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