Ireland and Australia were walking down the road
Said Ireland to Australia Won't you help me with my load
I've got Fenians I've got criminals, take them off my hands
Send them for a holiday down to Van Diemens Land
Wack fol didlley
I've got all the wretched misery human life can be
People starving in their houses for the want of a bite to eat
Broken hearted miscreants who wish they'd never been born
For the stealing of a loaf of bread or a half an ear of corn
Wack fol diddleye darum and a wack fol diddle dye dee
Said Australian to Ireland I've got troubles of my own
The white he come over here, what he see he think he own
He take away my copper, he take away my gold
He take away my children with his Christian stranglehold
Said Australia to England we've got room enough alright
Pack them into leaky ships and sail them out of sight
There'll be no native problem we have them well subdued
Heavy clearings in Tasmania and on the mainland too
Who's superior, who's inferior, who's talking down to who
Well the world is always turning and underneath she's burning
This world is made of plunder, of thunder and of wonder
This world is made of love
Who's down under, Who's up above
Oh the white man and the black man were sitting down for tea
Said the white man to the black man now you belong to me
I'm selling all your children into slavery ha ha ha
The Catholic and the Protestant were fighting over land
Said the Catholic to the Protestant I just don't understand
What troubles you ther most, is it the trans-substantiation of the host
The father son or the holy ghost, the philosophy, the ideology
The codology, the ideology, the frontal lobotomy or the bottle in front of me
Who's down under, who's up above