Lyrics - Whack Fol The Diddle by Clancy Brothers

Whack
Fol
The
Diddle (
Peadar
Carney)
I'll sing you a song of peace and love,
Whack fol the diddle all the di do 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.cho:
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
She came like a mother to her child.
She gently raised us from the slime
Kept our hands from hellish crime,
And sent us to
Heaven in her own good time.
Now our fathers oft were very bad boys.
Guns and pikes are dangerous toys.
From
Bearna
Baol to
Bunker
Hill
They made poor
England weep her fill,
But ould
Brittania loves us still!
Now
Irishmen, forget the past!
And think of the time that's coming fast.
When we shall all be civilized,
Neat and clean and well-advised.
And won't
Mother
England be surprised?
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