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In nineteen hundred and sixteen,
The Forces of the Crown,
To Capture Orange, White and Green,
Bombarded Dublin Town,
But in twenty one, Britannia's huns,
Were forced to earn their pay,
When the Black and Tans, Like lightning ran
From the rifles of the IRA
They burned their way through Munster
and Laid Leinster on the rack,
Through Connaught and in Ulster,
Marched the men in brown and black,
They shot down wives and child-er-en,
In their own heroic way,
And the Black and Tans, Like lightning ran
From the rifles of the IRA
They hanged young Kevin Barry high,
lad of eighteen years,
Cork Citys flames lit up the sky,
But our brave boys new no fear.
The Cork Brigade with hand grenade
In ambush waiting lay,
And the Black and Tans, Like lightning ran
From the rifles of the IRA
The tans were got, taken out and shot
By the brave and the valiant few,
Sean Treacy, Denny, Lacey,
And Tom Barrys Gallant crew,
Though were not free yet, we wont forget
Until our dying day
How the Black and Tans, Like lightning ran
From the rifles of the IRA