Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Orange Flute

The Old Flute
In the county Tyrone, in the town of
Where many a meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a by trade
And all of us him a stout-hearted blade.
On the twelfth of as it yearly did come
Bob on the flute to the sound of the drum
You can talk of fiddles, your harp or your lute
But there's nothing sound like the Old Orange Flute.
But the scoundrel, he took us all in
For he married a Papish named McGinn
Turned himself and forsook the Old Cause
That gave us our freedom, and laws.
And the boys in the county made such a on it
They Bob to flee to the province of Connaught;
Took with him his and his fixins, to boot,
And along the rest went the Old Orange Flute.
Sunday at mass, to atone for past deeds,
Bob said Paters and Aves and counted his
Till one morn, at the priest's own require
Bob went for to with the flutes in the choir.
He went for to with the flutes in the mass
But the instrument and cried."O Alas!"
And blow as he would, though he made a noise,
The would play only "The Protestant Boys".
Bob up and huffed, and was all in a flutter.
He pitched the old in the best holy water;
He thought that this charm would some other sound,
he tried it again, it played "Croppies Lie Down!"
And for all he would finger and and blow
For to play Papish music, the flute not go;
"Kick the Pope" to "Boyne Water" was all it would
Not one bleat in it could e'er be found.
At a of priests that was held the next day
decided to banish the Old Flute away;
They couldn't knock heresy out of its
So they Bob another to play in its stead.
And the Old Flute was doomed, and its fate was
fastened and burnt at the stake as heretic.
As the flames rose around it, you hear a strange noise
the Old Flute still a-whistlin' "The Protestant Boys".
Note: the tune Protestant is also known as Lilliburlero RG
by Patric Galvin, Clancys
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