THE RIFLES OF THE IRA

Dominic Behan

 

 

In [G] nineteen hundred and sixteen,

The [C] Forces [D] of the [G] Crown,

For to Capture Orange, [Em] White and Green,

Bom[D]barded Dublin [G] Town,

But in twenty one, [Em] Britannia's huns,

Be[D]gan to earn their [G] pay,

When the Black and Tans, Like lightning ran

From the [C] rifles of the [D] IR[G]A

 

They burned their way through Munster

Laid Leinster on the rack,

Through Connaught and through Ulster,

Marched the men in brown and black,

Well, they cut down wives and children,

In their own heroic way,

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 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 taken out and shot

By a brave and fearless few,

Sean Treacy, Denny, Lacey,

And Tom Barry`s famous crew,

Though we`re not free yet but we won`t forget

Until our dying day

When the black and tans like lightning ran

From the rifles of the IRA