Whack Fol the Diddle

I'll sing you a song of peace and love,

Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.

Of the land that reigns all lands above.

Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.

May peace and plenty be her share

Who kept our homes from want and care,

God bless Mother England is our prayer.

Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.

Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.

So we say, Hip Hooray!

Come and listen while we pray.

Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.

Now our fathers oft were naughty boys.

Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.

For pikes and guns are dangerous toys.

Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.

At Bearna Baol at Bunkers Hill

We made poor England cry her fill,

But ould Brittania loves us still!

Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.

Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.

So we say, Hip Hooray!

God bless England so we pray.

Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.

Now when we were savage, fierce and wild

Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.

She came as a mother to her child.

Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.

Gently raised us from the slime

And kept our hands from hellish crime,

And she sent us to Heaven in her own good time.

Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.

Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.

So we say, Hip Hooray!

God bless England so we pray.

Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.

Oh now Irishmen, forget the past!

Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.

And think of the day that's coming fast.

When we shall all be civilized,

Neat and clean and well-advised.

Oh won't Mother England be surprised?

Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.

Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.

So we say, Hip Hooray!

God bless England so we pray.

Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.