St. Patrick's DAY Song. Dominic Behan – Come Out Ye Black and Tans. SONG worksheets.

Dominic Behan – Come Out Ye Black and Tans       1. Match the words to its definition

1. Chorus
2. Jeer
3. Smear
4. Execute
5. Persecuted
6. IRA
7. Slay (slew-slain)

 

 

 a rude and mocking remark.

1. abbreviation for the Irish Republican Army.
2. a piece of music written to be sung by a choir (= group of singers).
3. to kill in a violent way.
4. to kill someone as a legal punishment.
5. to treat someone unfairly or cruelly over a long period of time because of their race, religion, or political beliefs, or to annoy someone by refusing to leave them alone.
6. a dirty mark made by spreading a liquid or a thick substance over a surface.

1. Fill in the missing words.

fight	green	lanes	neighbors	a man
jeers	Dublin	out	lovely	pounder
two by two	medals	executed	persecuted	away

I was born on a __________ street where the Royal drums do beat

And the loving English feet they tramped all over us,

And each and every night when me daddy’d come home tight

He’d invite the ____________ outside with this chorus:

Oh, come out you black and tans,

Come out and _________ me like a man

Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders

Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,

From the green and lovely__________  of Killashandra.

Come let me hear you tell

How you slammed the great Pernell,

When you fought them well and truly ___________,

Where are the smears and ____________

That you bravely let us hear

When our heroes of sixteen were ____________.

Oh, come out you black and tans,

Come out and fight me like a man

Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders

Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,

From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

Come tell us how you slew

Those brave Arabs ___________

Just like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,

And bravely how you killed each one

With sixteen ___________ gun

And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.

Oh, come out you black and tans,

Come out and fight me like ___________

Show your wives how you won  ___________ down in Flanders

Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,

From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

The things are coming fast

And the time is here at last,

When each yeoman should be cast aside before us,

And if there is a need

Well my kids will say «Godspeed!»

With a verse or two of Steven Beehan’s chorus:

Oh, come out you black and tans,

Come out and fight me like a man

Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders

Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,

From the ___________ and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

Oh, come out you black and tans,

Come _________ and fight me like a man

Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders

Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell ________ ,

From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

From the green and _________ lanes of Killashandra.

KEYS

Ex. 1

1 C

2 A

3 G

4 D

5 F

6 B

7 E

Ex. 2

I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat

And the loving English feet they tramped all over us,

And each and every night when me daddy’d come home tight

He’d invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:

Oh, come out you black and tans,

Come out and fight me like a man

Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders

Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,

From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

Come let me hear you tell

How you slammed the great Pernell,

When you fought them well and truly persecuted,

Where are the smears and jeers

That you bravely let us hear

When our heroes of sixteen were executed.

Oh, come out you black and tans,

Come out and fight me like a man

Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders

Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,

From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

Come tell us how you slew

Those brave Arabs two by two

Just like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,

And bravely how you killed each one

With sixteen pounder gun

And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.

Oh, come out you black and tans,

Come out and fight me like a man

Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders

Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,

From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

The things are coming fast

And the time is here at last,

When each yeoman should be cast aside before us,

And if there is a need

Well my kids will say «Godspeed!»

With a verse or two of Steven Beehan’s ch0rus:

Oh, come out you black and tans,

Come out and fight me like a man

Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders

Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,

From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

Oh, come out you black and tans,

Come out and fight me like a man

Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders

Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,

From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.