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 reigns all lands above.
Whack fol the all the di do day.
May peace and plenty be her
Who kept our homes from 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 listen we pray.
fol the diddle all the di do day.
When we were savage, and wild
She like a mother to her child.
She raised us from the slime
our hands from hellish crime,
And sent us to in her own good time.
Now our fathers oft very bad boys.
and pikes are dangerous toys.
From Bearna Baol to Hill
made poor England weep her fill,
But ould Brittania us still!
Now Irishmen, the past!
And think of the time coming fast.
When we all be civilized,
and clean and well-advised.
And won't England be surprised?
by Clancys
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