Come Out, Ye Black and Tans - Traditional Lyrics - Alternate Final Verses

Alternate Final Verses

  • Version 1:
The day is coming fast
And it will soon be here at last,
When North and South again belong to Erin;
And, when John Bull is gone,
We'll all join in this song,
And the trumpets of freedom will be blarin'.

  • Version 2:
Ah, the time is coming fast
And I think them days are near,
When each English shod in heel will run before us;
And, if there be a need,
Then our kids will say "Godspeed!",
With a verse or two of singing this fine chorus.
  • Version 3:
Ah, the time is coming fast
And I think them days are near,
When each tout and traitor, they will run before us;
And, if there be a need,
Then our kids will say "Godspeed!",
With a bar or two of Stephen Behan's chorus.
  • Version 4, an alternate verse that was often sung during the Troubles, in reference to Bloody Sunday (occasionally replacing one of the choruses);
Oh, come out ye English Huns;
Come out and fight without yer guns;
Show yer wife how you won medals up in Derry.
Ye murdered free young men,
And you'll do the same again,
So get out and take yer bloody army with ye.

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