Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Orange Flute

The Old Flute
In the county Tyrone, in the town of
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 lute
But there's nothing could sound the Old Orange Flute.
But the treacherous scoundrel, he us all in
For he married a named Bridget McGinn
Turned Papish himself and the Old Cause
gave us our freedom, religion and laws.
And the in the county made such a stir on it
They forced Bob to flee to the province of
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 said Paters and Aves and counted his
Till one Sunday morn, at the priest's own
Bob went for to with the flutes in the choir.
He for to play with the flutes in the mass
But the quivered and cried."O Alas!"
And blow as he would, he made a great noise,
The would play only "The Protestant Boys".
Bob up and huffed, and was all in a flutter.
He the old flute in the best holy water;
He thought this charm would bring some other sound,
When he it again, it played "Croppies Lie Down!"
And for all he would finger and twiddle and
For to play Papish music, the flute not go;
"Kick the Pope" to "Boyne Water" was all it sound
Not one Papish bleat in it could be found.
At a of priests that was held the next day
decided 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 Flute was doomed, and its fate was
'Twas fastened and burnt at the as heretic.
As the flames rose around it, you could hear a noise
'Twas the Old still a-whistlin' "The Protestant Boys".
Note: the tune Protestant Boys is also known as RG
by Patric Galvin, Clancys
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