I was born in a Dublin street
Where the royal [bad word] do beat
And the loving English feet, they tramped all over us
And each and every night
When me [bad word] home tight
He'd invite the neighbours outside with this [bad word] 
 [bad word] out, ye Black and [bad word] out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the I.R.A. 
Made [bad word] like [bad word] way
From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra [bad word]  let me hear you tell
How you slandered great Parnell,
When you thought him well and [bad word] persecuted
Where are the sneers and jeers
That you bravely let us hear
When our heroes of sixteen were executed?
 [bad word] out, ye Black and [bad word] out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the I.R.A. 
Made [bad word] like [bad word] way
From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra [bad word]  tell us how you slew
Them poor Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows
How you bravely faced each one
with your sixteen pounder gun
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow
 [bad word] out, ye Black and [bad word] out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the I.R.A.
Made [bad word] like [bad word] way
From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra

The day [bad word] fast
And the time is here at last,
When each shoneen will be cast aside before us
And if there be a need
Sure my kids will sing "Godspeed!"
With a verse or two of Stephen Behan's [bad word]  [bad word] out, ye Black and [bad word] out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the I.R.A.
Made [bad word] like [bad word] way
From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra