BLACK AND TAN GUN

It was down by the town of old Bantry,
Where most of the fighting was done,
A gallant young soldier of Erin,
Was shot by a Black and Tan gun

They pillowed his head on the heather,
Where the blood from his body ran free,
He smiled to his comrades around him,
And whispering to them, said he,

Won't you bury me here without coffin,
Near the spot where the battle was won,
Where we dealt the final blow for our country,
From the scourge of the Black and Tan gun

They buried him there on the mountain,
Where the road down to Bantry runs clear,
And they wrote these simple words on his gravestone,
"A Soldier of Ireland Lies Here"

When you pray for the heroes who've fallen,
Remember especially this one,
Slain on the first day of freedom,
By the very last Black and Tan gun.

Refers to the Irish War of Independence, 1921. Lyrics requested by GUEST on another thread, but I thought it best to add them separately. Transcribed from a recording so absolute accuracy not guaranteed.