Rifles of the I.R.A, The
In nineteen hundred and sixteen,
The Forces of the Crown,
For to Capture Orange, White and Green,
Bombarded Dublin Town,
But in twenty one, Britannia's sons,
Began to earn their pay,
When the Black and Tans, Like lightning ran
From the rifles of the IRA
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 horrific way,
The black and tans, like lightning ran
From the rifles of the IRA
