Tommy Makem - The Old Orange Flute Lyrics
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The Old Orange Flute
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What Are The Lyrics For The Old Orange Flute By Tommy Makem?
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade And all of us thought him a stout-hearted blade. On the twelfth of July as it yearly did come Bob played on the flute to the sound of the drum You can talk of your fiddles, your harp or your lute But there's nothing could sound like the Old Orange Flute. But the treacherous scoundrel, he took us all in For he married a Papish named Bridget McGinn Turned Papish himself and forsook the Old Cause That gave us our freedom, religion and laws. And the boys in the county made such a stir on it They forced Bob to flee to the province of Connaught; Took with him his wife and his fixins, to boot, And along with the rest went the Old Orange Flute. Each Sunday at mass, to atone for past deeds, Bob said Paters and Aves and counted his beads Till one Sunday morn, at the priest's own require Bob went for to play with the flutes in the choir. He went for to play with the flutes in the mass But the instrument quivered and cried."O Alas!" And blow as he would, though he made a great noise, The flute would play only "The Protestant Boys". Bob jumped up and huffed, and was all in a flutter. He pitched the old flute in the best holy water; He thought that this charm would bring some other sound, When he tried it again, it played "Croppies Lie Down!" And for all he would finger and twiddle and blow For to play Papish music, the flute would not go; "Kick the Pope" to "Boyne Water" was all it would sound Not one Papish bleat in it could e'er be found. At a council of priests that was held the next day They decided to banish the Old Flute away; They couldn't knock heresy out of its head So they bought Bob another to play in its stead. And the Old Flute was doomed, and its fate was pathetic 'Twas fastened and burnt at the stake as heretic. As the flames rose around it, you could hear a strange noise 'Twas the Old Flute still a-whistlin' "The Protestant Boys". |
Who Wrote The Old Orange Flute By Tommy Makem?
Dp, Tommy Makem, Liam Clancy, Pat Clancy, Tom Clancy
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