| lyric | I'll sing you a song of peace and love.
Whack fol the diddle all the di doh day.
To 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.
Chorus:
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.
When we were savage, fierce and wild,
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.
She came like a mother to her child,
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.
She 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 all the di do day.
Our fathers oft were very bad boys,
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.
Guns and pikes are dangerous toys,
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.
From Beama Baol to Bunker Hill
They made poor England weep her fill
But oul Brittannia loves us still,
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.
Now, Irishmen forget the past!
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.
And think of the time that's coming fast!
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.
When we shall all be civilised,
Neat and clean and well-advised.
Now won't Mother England be surprised?
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day. |