Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Orange Flute

The Old Orange
In the county Tyrone, in the of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a in
Bob Williamson lived there, a by trade
And all of us him a stout-hearted blade.
On the of July as it yearly did come
Bob played on the flute to the sound of the
You can talk of fiddles, your harp or your lute
But nothing could sound like the Old Orange Flute.
But the treacherous scoundrel, he us all in
For he married a Papish named Bridget
Papish himself and forsook the Old Cause
That gave us our freedom, 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 along with the went the Old Orange Flute.
Each at mass, to atone for past deeds,
Bob Paters and Aves and counted his beads
Till one Sunday morn, at the priest's own
Bob went for to play with the in the choir.
He went for to with the flutes in the mass
But the instrument and cried."O Alas!"
And as he would, though he made 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 water;
He thought this charm would bring some 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 bleat in it could e'er be found.
At a council of that was held the next day
They to banish the Old Flute away;
couldn't knock heresy out of its head
So bought Bob another to play in its stead.
And the Old Flute was doomed, and its was pathetic
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 Protestant Boys is also known as Lilliburlero RG
Recorded by Galvin, Clancys
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