>>47885345I WAS BORN ON A KANTO STREET WHERE THE ROYAL DRUMS DO BEAT
AND THE LOVING GALAR FEET THEY WALKED ALL OVER US
EACH AND EVERY NIGHT WHEN MY DAD WOULD COME HOME TIGHT
HE'D INVITE THE NEIGHBORS OUT WITH THIS CHORUS
COME OUT YE' BLACK AND TANS
COME OUT AND BATTLE ME LIKE A MAN
SHOW YER WIVES HOW YOU WON BADGES DOWN IN SHALOUR
TELL HER HOW THE KRA MADE YOU RUN LIKE HELL AWAY
FROM THE GREEN AND LOVELY LANES OF PEWTER