| 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 | 
| 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 | 
| 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 very bad boys | 
| Whack fol the diddle all the di do day | 
| Pikes and guns are dangerous toys | 
| Whack fol the diddle all the di do day | 
| From Bearna Baol to Bunker Hill | 
| They made poor England weep 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! | 
| Come and listen while we pray | 
| 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 civilized | 
| Neat and clean and well-advised | 
| And 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! | 
| Come and listen while we pray | 
| Whack fol the diddle all the di do day |