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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 City’s 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 Barry’s Gallant crew,

Though we’re not free yet, we won’t forget

Until our dying day

How the Black and Tans, Like lightning ran

From the rifles of the IRA