Oh, I'll tell you a tale of peace and love Whack fol the diddle o the die do day Of a land that reigns all lands above Whack fol the diddle o the 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 the die do day
Chorus: Whack fol the diddle o the die do day So we say 'hip hooray' Come and listen while we pray (1st chorus only) Whack fol the diddle o the die do day
Now our fathers oft were naughty boys For pikes and guns are dangerous toys At Ballinahabwee and at Bunker's hill We made poor England cry her fill But old Brittania loves us still
God bless England so we pray (remaining choruses)
Now, when we were savage, fierce and wild She came as a mother to her child Gently raised us from the slime And kept our hands from hellish crime And she sent us to heaven in our own good time
Well, now Irish men forget the past And think of the day that's coming fast When we shall all be civilized Neat and clean and well advised Oh, won't mother England be surprised?