God Bless England

I'll sing you a song of peace and love
Whack fol the diddle-ol the didoh day
Of the land that rules all lands above
Whack fol the diddle-ol the didoh day
May peace and plenty be her share
Who kept our homes from want and care
Ah, God bless England is our prayer!
Whack fol the diddle-ol the didoh day
Whack fol the diddle-ol the didoh day
So we say, hip hooray!
Come and listen while we pray
Whack fol the diddle-ol the didoh day
Our fathers oft were naughty boys
Pikes and guns are dangerous toys
From Ballinahinch to Peter's Hill
We made Mother England cry her fill
Och, but oul' Brittania loves us still!
When we were savage, young and wild
She came as a mother to her child
Gently raised us from the slime
And kept our hands from hellish crime
And sent us to heaven in her own good time
Now Irishmen 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!