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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 lived there, a by trade
And all of us him a stout-hearted blade.
On the twelfth of July as it did come
Bob on the flute to the sound of the drum
You can talk of your fiddles, your or your lute
But there's nothing could sound the Old Orange Flute.
But the treacherous scoundrel, he us all in
For he a Papish named Bridget McGinn
Turned Papish himself and forsook the Old
That gave us our freedom, and laws.
And the boys in the county made such a on it
They forced Bob to flee to the of Connaught;
with him his wife and his fixins, to boot,
And along with the went the Old Orange Flute.
Sunday at mass, to atone for past deeds,
Bob said and Aves and counted his beads
Till one morn, at the priest's own require
Bob for to play with the flutes in the choir.
He went for to play with the in the mass
But the quivered and cried."O Alas!"
And blow as he would, though he 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 that this charm would bring other sound,
he tried it again, it played "Croppies Lie Down!"
And for all he would finger and and blow
For to play music, the flute would not go;
"Kick the Pope" to "Boyne Water" was all it sound
Not one Papish bleat in it could be found.
At a council of that was held the next day
They to banish the Old Flute away;
They couldn't heresy out of its head
So they bought Bob to play in its stead.
And the Old was doomed, and its fate was pathetic
fastened and burnt at the stake as heretic.
As the rose around it, you could hear a strange noise
the Old Flute still a-whistlin' "The Protestant Boys".
Note: the tune Protestant is also known as Lilliburlero RG
Recorded by Galvin, Clancys
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