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I was born in the Dublin streets
Where the loyal drums did beat.
And their loving English feet
They walked all over us.
And I remember every night,
When my dad would come home tight,
And he'd call the neighbors out with this fine chorus:
Come out you Black and Tans,
Come out and fight me like a man.
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders,
Show them how the IRA made you run the hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra.
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