Rifles of the I.R.A. - Wolfe Tones

In 19 hundred and 16 the forces of the crown
To take the orange white and green Bombarded Dublin town
But in 21 Britannia's sons were forced to earn their pay
And the black and tans
Like lightning ran
From the rifles of the IRA
They burned their way through Munster and Laid Lienster on the rack
In Caugnaught and in ulster march the men of brown and black
They shot down wives and children in their own heroic way
They hanged young Kevin Barry high a lad of 18 years
Cork cities flames lit up the sky but the brave boys knew no fear
The cork brigade with hand grenades in ambush waiting lay
The tans were got taken out and shot by the brave and the valiant few
Sean Treacey, Denny Lacey and Tom Barry's gallant crew
Though we're not free yet, we wont forget until our dying day
How the black and tans like lightning ran
From the rifles of the IRA