Oh, I'll tell you a tale of peace and love (Whack fol the diddle o de die do day) Of a land that reigns all lands above (Whack fol the diddle o de die 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 o the die do day)
Chorus: Whack fol the diddle o de die do day So we say “hip hooray” Come and listen while we pray Whack fol the diddle o de die do day
Now our fathers oft were naughty boys (Whack fol the diddle o de die do day) For pikes and guns are dangerous toys (Whack fol the diddle o de die do day) At Ballinahabwee and at Bunker’s hill, we made poor England cry her fill But old Brittania loves us still (Whack fol the diddle o the die do day)
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Now, when we were savage, fierce and wild (Whack fol the diddle o the die do day) She came as a mother to her child (Whack fol the diddle o the die do day) She gently raised us from the slime, and kept our hands from hellish crime And she sent us to heaven in our own good time (Whack fol the diddle o the die do day)
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Well, now Irish men forget the past (Whack fol the diddle o the die do day) And think of the day that’s coming fast (Whack fol the diddle o the die 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 o the die do day)