Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Orange Flute

The Old Flute
In the county Tyrone, in the town of
Where 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 twelfth of as it yearly did come
Bob played on the flute to the sound of the
You can of your fiddles, your harp or your lute
But there's nothing sound like the Old Orange Flute.
But the scoundrel, he took us all in
For he married a named Bridget McGinn
Turned Papish and forsook the Old Cause
That us our freedom, religion and laws.
And the boys in the made such a stir on it
They forced Bob to to the province of Connaught;
Took him his wife and his fixins, to boot,
And with the rest went the Old Orange Flute.
Each at mass, to atone for past deeds,
Bob said Paters and Aves and his beads
Till one 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 made a 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 best water;
He thought that this charm would bring other sound,
he tried it again, it played "Croppies Lie Down!"
And for all he would 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 was held the next day
They to banish the Old Flute away;
couldn't knock heresy out of its head
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 Flute still "The Protestant Boys".
Note: the tune Protestant is also known as Lilliburlero RG
Recorded by Galvin, Clancys
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