Oh, I'll tell you a tale of peace and love (Whack fol the diddle o dee die do day)
Of a land that reigns all lands above (Whack fol the diddle o dee 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 dee die do day)

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Whack fol the diddle o dee die do day
So we say “hip hooray”
Come and listen while we pray
Whack fol the diddle o dee die do day

Now our fathers oft were naughty boys (Whack fol the diddle o dee die do day)
For pikes and guns are dangerous toys (Whack fol the diddle o dee 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 dee die do day)

Chorus

Now, when we were savage, fierce and wild (Whack fol the diddle o dee die do day)
She came as a mother to her child (Whack fol the diddle o the dee 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 dee die do day)

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Well, now Irish men forget the past (Whack fol the diddle o dee die do day)
And think of the day that’s coming fast (Whack fol the diddle o dee 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 dee die do day)