Luyện nghe bài hát Whack Fol The Diddle

Whack Fol The
(Peadar Carney)
I'll sing you a song of and love,
Whack fol the all the di do day.
To the land that all lands above.
fol the diddle all the di do day.
May peace and plenty be her
Who kept our homes want and care,
God Mother England is our prayer.
Whack fol the all the di do day.

Whack fol the all the di do day.
So we say, Hip Hooray!
Come and while we pray.
fol the diddle all the di do day.
When we savage, fierce and wild
She came a mother to her child.
She gently raised us the slime
Kept our from hellish crime,
And sent us to in her own good time.
Now our fathers oft were bad boys.
Guns and are dangerous toys.
From Bearna to Bunker Hill
They made England weep her fill,
But ould loves us still!
Now Irishmen, the past!
And think of the time coming fast.
we shall all be civilized,
Neat and and well-advised.
And won't England be surprised?
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