Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Orange Flute

The Old Orange
In the Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a in
Bob Williamson there, a weaver by trade
And all of us him a stout-hearted blade.
On the twelfth of July as it yearly did
Bob played on the flute to the sound of the
You can talk of your fiddles, your or your lute
But there's nothing could sound like the Old Flute.
But the treacherous scoundrel, he us all in
For he a Papish named Bridget McGinn
Papish himself and forsook the Old Cause
That us our freedom, religion and laws.
And the boys in the county made a stir on it
They forced Bob to flee to the province of
Took with him his and his fixins, to boot,
And along with the went the Old Orange Flute.
Each at mass, to atone for past deeds,
Bob said Paters and Aves and his beads
Till one Sunday morn, at the own require
Bob went for to with the flutes in the choir.
He went for to play with the in the mass
But the quivered and cried."O Alas!"
And as he would, though he made 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 holy water;
He that 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 Papish music, the flute would 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 that was held the day
They decided to banish the Old Flute
They couldn't knock heresy out of its
So they bought Bob to play in its stead.
And the Old was doomed, and its fate was pathetic
'Twas and burnt at the stake as heretic.
As the flames around it, you could hear a strange noise
'Twas the Old still a-whistlin' "The Protestant Boys".
the tune Protestant Boys is also known as Lilliburlero RG
Recorded by Galvin, Clancys
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