John Spillane Lyrics
"Ireland and Australia"

Ireland and Australia
Were walking down the road
Said Ireland to Australia
"Will 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 Diemen's Land!"
HA HA

Waxum deedely ardum waxum dee dum diddily dee

"I've got all the wretched misery
That human life can be
People starving in their houses
For a want of a bite to eat
Broken-hearted miscreants
Who wish they'd never been born
For stealing of a loaf of bread
Or half an ear of corn!"
HA HA

Waxum deedely ardum waxum deedle dee dum dee

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 wonder
Of thunder and of plunder
This world is made of love
Who's down under?
Who's up above?
HA HA

Said Australia to Ireland
"I've got troubles of my own
The white man 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!"
HA HA

Waxum deedely ardum waxum deedle dee dum dee

Said Australia to England
"They got room enough alright
Pack them into leaky ships
And sail them out of sight
There be no Native problem
We have them well subdued
Having clearings in Tasmania
And on the mainland too!"
HA HA

Waxum deedely ardum waxum deedle dee dum dee

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 wonder
Of thunder and of plunder
This world is made of love
Who's down under?
Who's up above?
HA HA

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

Waxum deedely ardum waxum dee dum diddily dee

Oh the Catholic and the Protestant
Were fighting over land
Said the Catholic to the Protestant
"I just don't understand
What troubles you the most?
Is it the transubstantiation of the host?
The Father Son or the Holy Ghost?
Theology?
The Philosophy?
The Cathology?
Deontology?
The front or the bottom or you're a bottle in front of me?"
Who's down under?
Who's up above?

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 wonder
Of thunder and of plunder
This world is made of love
Who's down under?
Who's up above?

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 wonder
Of thunder and of plunder
This world is made of love
Who's down under?
Who's up above?
HA HA HA HA