[00:00.000] 作词 : Dominic Behan
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Dominic Behan
[00:08.918]In nineteen hundred and sixteen
[00:13.080]The forces of the crown
[00:16.984]For to take Orange, White, and Green
[00:24.689]Bombarded Dublin Town
[00:25.461]But in '21, Britannia's sons
[00:27.276]
[00:29.075]Were forced to earn their pay and
[00:36.372]The black and tans, like lightening ran
[00:39.481]From the Rifles of the IRA!
[00:44.165]They burned their way through Munster
[00:48.580]Then laid Leinster on the rack
[00:49.883]
[00:51.700]In Connacht and in Ulster
[00:54.807]Marched the men in brown and black
[00:59.209]They shot down wives and children
[01:03.108]In their own heroic way, but
[01:08.588]The black and tans, like lightning ran
[01:10.898]
[01:22.743]From the Rifles of the IRA!
[01:23.263]They hanged young Kevin Barry high
[01:27.414]A lad of eighteen years
[01:31.046]Cork City's flames lit up the sky
[01:34.430]But our brave lads knew no fear
[01:36.769]
[01:38.596]The Cork brigade with hand-grenades
[01:43.014]In ambush wait and lay, and
[01:48.984]The black and tans, like lightning ran
[01:53.656]From the Rifles of the IRA!
[01:57.817]The tans were got, taken out and shot
[01:59.625]
[02:01.969]By a brave and valiant few
[02:05.603]Sean Treacy, Dinny Lacey
[02:09.244]And Tom Barry's gallant crew
[02:13.136]Though we're not free yet
[02:16.526]We won't forget
[02:17.825]
[02:18.599]Until our dying day, how
[02:24.812]The black and tans, like lightning ran
[02:29.503]From the Rifles of the IRA!

作词 : Dominic Behan
作曲 : Dominic Behan
In nineteen hundred and sixteen
The forces of the crown
For to take 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 lightening ran
From the Rifles of the IRA!
They burned their way through Munster
Then laid Leinster on the rack
In Connacht and in Ulster
Marched the men in brown and black
They shot down wives and children
In their own heroic way, but
The black and tans, like lightning ran
From the Rifles of the IRA!
They hanged young Kevin Barry high
A lad of eighteen years
Cork City's flames lit up the sky
But our brave lads knew no fear
The Cork brigade with hand-grenades
In ambush wait and lay, and
The black and tans, like lightning ran
From the Rifles of the IRA!
The tans were got, taken out and shot
By a brave and valiant few
Sean Treacy, Dinny 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!