Es war einmal auf einer grünen Insel eine berühmt-
  berüchtigte Eingreiftruppe genannt die Black 'n' Tans.
  In the 1920s there was a rebelsong
  against the British Black 'n' Tans.
  But here and now it is a rebelsong
  against everyone who marches into a bloody war.
  Against everyone who bombs children
  in the name of freedom.
  
  I was born on a Dublin street, where the royal drums did beat
  And the loving marching feet, they walked all over us
  And every single night, when my father came home tight
  He awoke the neighbours outside with his chorus
  
  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 - yeah!
  
  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 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
  
  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 chorus