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 as it yearly did come
Bob played on the flute to the of the drum
You can of your fiddles, your harp or your lute
But there's nothing could like the Old Orange Flute.
But the scoundrel, he took 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 in the county made such a stir on it
They Bob to flee to the province of Connaught;
Took with him his and his fixins, to boot,
And along with the rest went the Old Flute.
Sunday at mass, to atone for past deeds,
Bob Paters and Aves and counted his beads
Till one Sunday morn, at the own require
Bob for to play 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 would play only "The 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 bring some other sound,
When he it again, it played "Croppies Lie Down!"
And for all he finger and twiddle and blow
For to Papish music, the flute would not go;
"Kick the Pope" to "Boyne Water" was all it sound
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
'Twas fastened and at the stake as heretic.
As the flames rose around it, you could a strange noise
'Twas the Old Flute still a-whistlin' "The Boys".
the tune Protestant Boys is also known as Lilliburlero RG
Recorded by Patric Galvin,
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