Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Orange Flute

The Old Orange
In the county Tyrone, in the of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by
And all of us him a stout-hearted blade.
On the twelfth of as it yearly did come
Bob played on the flute to the of the drum
You can talk of your fiddles, your harp or your
But there's could sound like the Old Orange Flute.
But the treacherous scoundrel, he us all in
For he married a Papish Bridget McGinn
Turned Papish and forsook the Old Cause
gave us our freedom, religion and laws.
And the boys in the county such a stir on it
They forced Bob to flee to the of Connaught;
Took him his wife and his fixins, to boot,
And with the rest went the Old Orange Flute.
Sunday at mass, to atone for past deeds,
Bob Paters and Aves 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 play with the in the mass
But the quivered and cried."O Alas!"
And blow as he would, though he made a noise,
The flute would play "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 would 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 flute not go;
"Kick the Pope" to "Boyne Water" was all it would
Not one Papish in it could e'er be found.
At a council of priests was held the next day
They decided to the Old Flute away;
They couldn't knock heresy out of its
So they bought Bob 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 rose around it, you could hear a strange noise
'Twas the Old still a-whistlin' "The Protestant Boys".
Note: the tune Boys is also known as Lilliburlero RG
by Patric Galvin, Clancys
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