Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Orange Flute

The Old Orange
In the county Tyrone, in the of Dungannon
many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by
And all of us him a stout-hearted blade.
On the of July as it yearly did come
Bob played on the flute to the sound of the
You can talk of your fiddles, your harp or your
But there's nothing could like the Old Orange Flute.
But the scoundrel, he took us all in
For he a Papish named Bridget McGinn
Turned Papish and forsook the Old Cause
gave us our freedom, religion and laws.
And the boys in the county made a stir on it
They forced Bob to to the province of Connaught;
Took with him his and his fixins, to boot,
And along the rest went the Old Orange Flute.
Each at mass, to atone for past deeds,
Bob said Paters and and counted his beads
Till one Sunday morn, at the priest's own
Bob for to play with the flutes in the choir.
He went for to with the flutes in the mass
But the quivered and cried."O Alas!"
And blow as he would, though he made a noise,
The flute 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 this charm would bring some other sound,
he tried it again, it played "Croppies Lie Down!"
And for all he would finger and twiddle and
For to play music, the flute would not go;
"Kick the Pope" to "Boyne Water" was all it sound
Not one Papish in it could e'er be found.
At a council of that was held the next day
They to banish the Old Flute away;
couldn't knock heresy out of its head
So bought Bob another to play in its stead.
And the Old Flute was doomed, and its fate was
'Twas fastened and at the stake as heretic.
As the rose around it, you could hear a strange noise
the Old Flute still a-whistlin' "The Protestant Boys".
Note: the tune Protestant Boys is known as Lilliburlero RG
by Patric Galvin, Clancys
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