Luyện nghe bài hát Whack Fol The Diddle

Whack Fol The
(Peadar Carney)
I'll you a song of peace and love,
Whack fol the all the di do day.
To the land that reigns all 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 us from the slime
Kept our hands from crime,
And sent us to Heaven in her own time.
Now our fathers oft were bad boys.
and pikes are dangerous toys.
From Bearna Baol to Hill
They poor England weep her fill,
But Brittania loves us still!
Now Irishmen, the past!
And of the time that's coming fast.
When we all be civilized,
and clean and well-advised.
And won't England be surprised?
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