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 rules the 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, oh God bless 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 out Father's oft were noughty 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.
from Bearna Baol at Bunkers Hill we made poor
England cry her fill, but old Britannia 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.
She gently raised us from the slime.
and kept our hands from hellish crime.
And she sent us to heavan in our 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.
Now Irish men, forget the past.
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.
And think of the day thats coming fast.
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.
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.