Oh, I'll tell you a tale of peace and love Whack fol the diddle all the di-do-day Of the land that rules 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 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 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 Baile Átha Buí and at Peter's 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 Oh, 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 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. Whack fol the diddle all the di-do-day When we shall all be civilised 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.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
