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The Old Flute
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 of July as it yearly did come
Bob on the flute to the sound of the drum
You can talk of your fiddles, harp or your lute
But there's nothing could sound like the Old Flute.
But the scoundrel, he took us all in
For he married a named Bridget McGinn
Turned Papish himself and forsook the Old
gave us our freedom, religion and laws.
And the boys in the county made a stir on it
forced Bob to flee to the province of Connaught;
Took with him his and his fixins, to boot,
And along the rest went the Old Orange Flute.
Each Sunday at mass, to for past deeds,
Bob said Paters and Aves and his beads
Till one morn, at the priest's own require
Bob went for to play the flutes in the choir.
He went for to with the flutes in the mass
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 bring some other sound,
When he it again, it played "Croppies Lie Down!"
And for all he would and twiddle and blow
For to play 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 of priests that was held the next day
They decided to banish the Old Flute
couldn't knock heresy out of its head
So they 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 Flute a-whistlin' "The Protestant Boys".
Note: the tune Protestant Boys is known as Lilliburlero RG
Recorded by Patric Galvin,
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