Whack Fol The Diddle

I’ll sing you a song of peace and love
Whack fol the diddle fol the di dol day
To the land that reigns all lands above
Whack fol the diddle fol the di dol day
May peace and plenty be her share
Who kept our homes from want and care
Ah, but God bless England did our prayer
Whack fol the diddle fol the di dol day

Whack fol the diddle fol the di dol day
So we say “Hip Hooray!”
Come and listen while we pray
Whack fol the diddle fol the di dol day

When we were savage fierce and wild
Whack fol the diddle fol the di dol day
She came like a mother to her child
Whack fol the diddle fol the di dol day
Gently raised us from the slime
Kept our hands from hellish crime
And sent us to Heaven in her own good time
Whack fol the diddle fol the di dol day

Whack fol the diddle fol the di dol day
So we say “Hip Hooray!”
Come and listen while we pray
Whack fol the diddle fol the di dol day

Our fathers oft were naughty boys
Whack fol the diddle fol the di dol day
For pikes and guns are dangerous toys
Whack fol the diddle fol the di dol day
From Bearna Baol to Peter’s Hill
We made poor England weep her fill
Ah, but ould Brittania she loved us still
Whack fol the diddle fol the di dol day

Whack fol the diddle fol the di dol day
So we say “Hip Hooray!”
Come and listen while we pray
Whack fol the diddle fol the di dol day

Oh, Irishmen forget the past
Whack fol the diddle fol the di dol day
And think of the time that’s coming fast
Whack fol the diddle fol the di dol day
When we will all be civilized
Neat and clean and well advised
Oh, won’t Mother England be surprised?
Whack fol the diddle fol the di dol day

Whack fol the diddle fol the di dol day
So we say “Hip Hooray!”
Come and listen while we pray
Whack fol the diddle fol the di dol day

Whack fol the diddle fol the di dol day
So we say “Hip Hooray!”
Come and listen while we pray
Whack fol the diddle fol the di dol day