Luyện nghe bài hát Whack Fol The Diddle

Whack Fol The
(Peadar Carney)
sing 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 and plenty be her share
Who our homes from 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.
Whack fol the all the di do day.
When we savage, fierce and wild
She came like a to her child.
She raised us from the slime
our hands from hellish crime,
And us to Heaven in her own good time.
Now our fathers oft were bad boys.
Guns and pikes are toys.
From Bearna Baol to Bunker
They made England weep her fill,
But ould Brittania us still!
Now Irishmen, the past!
And of the time that's coming fast.
we shall all be civilized,
Neat and and well-advised.
And won't Mother be surprised?
by Clancys
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