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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 of July as it yearly did come
Bob played on the to the sound of the drum
You can talk of your fiddles, harp or your lute
But there's could sound like the Old Orange Flute.
But the treacherous scoundrel, he us all in
For he married a named Bridget McGinn
Turned Papish himself and forsook the Old
That gave us our freedom, and laws.
And the boys in the county such a stir on it
They forced Bob to to the province of Connaught;
with him his wife and his fixins, to boot,
And along with the rest went the Old Flute.
Sunday at mass, to atone for past deeds,
Bob said and Aves and counted his beads
one Sunday morn, at the priest's own require
Bob went for to with the flutes in the choir.
He went for to play with the flutes in the
But the quivered and cried."O Alas!"
And blow as he would, though he a great 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 best holy
He thought that this charm would bring some sound,
When he tried it again, it "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 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;
They couldn't heresy out of its head
So bought Bob another to play in its stead.
And the Old was doomed, and its fate was pathetic
'Twas fastened and at the stake as heretic.
As the flames rose around it, you could hear a strange
'Twas the Old still a-whistlin' "The Protestant Boys".
Note: the tune Protestant is also known as Lilliburlero RG
Recorded by Galvin, Clancys
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