| I’ll sing you a song of peace and love
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| Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
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| To the land that reigns all lands above
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| Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
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| May peace and plenty be her share
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| Who kept our homes from want and care
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| God bless Mother England is our prayer
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| Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
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| Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
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| So we say, Hip Hooray!
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| Come and listen while we pray
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| Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
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| When we were savage, fierce and wild
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| Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
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| She came like a mother to her child
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| Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
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| She gently raised us from the slime
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| Kept our hands from hellish crime
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| And sent us to Heaven in her own good time
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| Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
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| Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
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| So we say, Hip Hooray!
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| Come and listen while we pray
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| Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
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| Now our fathers oft were very bad boys
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| Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
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| Pikes and guns are dangerous toys
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| Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
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| From Bearna Baol to Bunker Hill
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| They made poor England weep her fill
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| But ould Brittania loves us still!
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| Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
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| Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
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| So we say, Hip Hooray!
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| Come and listen while we pray
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| Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
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| Now Irishmen, forget the past!
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| Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
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| And think of the time that’s coming fast
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| Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
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| When we shall all be civilized
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| Neat and clean and well-advised
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| And won’t Mother England be surprised?
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| Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
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| Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
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| So we say, Hip Hooray!
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| Come and listen while we pray
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| Whack fol the diddle all the di do day |