Auld Orange Flute

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[Verse 1]
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In the County Tyrone, near the 
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town of Dungannon,
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Where many the ructions meself had a
 hand in.
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Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by 
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trade,
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And all of us thought him a stout 
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Orange blade,
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On the Twelfth of July as it yearly 
did come,
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Bob played with his flute to the 
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sound of a drum.
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You may talk of your harp, your 
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piano or lute,
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But none can compare with the Old 
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Orange Flute.


[Verse 2]
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Bob, the deceiver, he took us all 
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in;
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He married a Papist named Bridget 
McGinn.
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Turned Papist himself and forsook 
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the old cause
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That gave us our freedom, religion 
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and laws.
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Now, boys of the townland made some 
noise upon it,
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And Bob had to fly to the province 
of Connaught.
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He fled with his wife and his 
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fixings to boot,
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And along with the latter his Old 
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Orange Flute.


[Verse 3]
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At the chapel on Sunday to atone 
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for past deeds,
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He'd say Pater and Aves and counted 
his brown beads.
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'Til after some time, at the 
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priest's own desire
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He went with that old flute to play
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 in the choir.
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He went with that old flute for to 
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play for the Mass,
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But the instrument shivered and 
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sighed, oh, alas,
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And try though he would, though it 
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made a great noise,
The flute would play only "The 
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Protestant Boys."


[Verse 4]
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Bob jumped and he stared and got 
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in a flutter
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And threw the old flute in the 
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blessed holy water.
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He thought that this charm would 
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bring some other Sound;
When he tried it again, it played 
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"Croppies Lie Down."
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Now, for all he could whistle and 
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finger and blow,
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To play Papish music he found it no 
go.
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"Kick the Pope" and "The Boyne 
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Water" it freely would Sound,
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But one Papish squeak in it 
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couldn't be found.


[Verse 5]
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At the council of priests that was 
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held the next day
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They decided to banish the old flute
 away.
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They couldn't knock heresy out of 
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it's head,
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So they bought Bob a new one to 
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play in it's stead.
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Now, the old flute was doomed, and 
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its fate was pathetic
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'Twas fastened and burned at the 
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stake as a heretic.
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As the flames soared around it, 
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they heard a strange Noise;
'Twas the old flute still whistling 
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"The Protestant Boys."


[Otro]
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"Toora lu, toora lay,
Oh, it's six miles from Bangor to 
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Donnahadee."