Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Orange Flute

The Old Flute
In the Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
many a ruckus 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 July as it did come
Bob played on the to the sound of the drum
You can talk of your fiddles, your harp or your
But there's nothing could like the Old Orange Flute.
But the treacherous scoundrel, he us all in
For he a Papish named Bridget McGinn
Turned Papish himself and the Old Cause
That us our freedom, religion and laws.
And the boys in the county such a stir on it
forced Bob to flee to the province of Connaught;
Took him his wife and his fixins, to boot,
And along with the went the Old Orange Flute.
Each at mass, to atone for past deeds,
Bob Paters and Aves and counted his beads
Till one Sunday morn, at the own require
Bob for to play with the flutes in the choir.
He went for to play the flutes in the mass
But the instrument and cried."O Alas!"
And blow as he would, he made a great noise,
The would play only "The Protestant Boys".
Bob up and huffed, and was all in a flutter.
He pitched the old flute in the holy water;
He thought that this charm bring some other sound,
he tried it again, it played "Croppies Lie Down!"
And for all he finger and twiddle and blow
For to play Papish music, the would not go;
"Kick the Pope" to "Boyne Water" was all it sound
Not one Papish bleat in it could be found.
At a council of priests that was held the day
They decided to the Old Flute away;
They knock heresy out of its head
So they bought Bob to play in its stead.
And the Old Flute was doomed, and its was pathetic
'Twas fastened and burnt at the as heretic.
As the flames rose it, you could hear a strange noise
'Twas the Old Flute still a-whistlin' "The Boys".
Note: the tune Protestant is also known as Lilliburlero RG
Recorded by Patric Galvin,
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