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[Intro]
CFCG
[Verse 1]
CGC
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
AmG
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
CFC
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
GC
And all of us thought him a stout Orange blade,
EmF
On the Twelfth of July as it yearly did come,
CG7
Bob played with his flute to the sound of a drum.
CFC
You may talk of your harp, your piano or lute,
GC
But none can compare with the Old Orange Flute.
[Verse 2]
CGC
Bob, the deceiver, he took us all in;
AmG
He married a Papist named Bridget McGinn.
CFC
Turned Papist himself and forsook the old cause
GC
That gave us our freedom, religion and laws.
EmF
Now, boys of the townland made some noise upon it,
CG7
And Bob had to fly to the province of Connaught.
CFC
He fled with his wife and his fixings to boot,
GC
And along with the latter his Old Orange Flute.
[Verse 3]
CGC
At the chapel on Sunday to atone for past deeds,
AmG
He'd say Pater and Aves and counted his brown beads.
CFC
'Til after some time, at the priest's own desire
GC
He went with that old flute to play in the choir.
EmF
He went with that old flute for to play for the Mass,
CG7
But the instrument shivered and sighed, oh, alas,
CFC
And try though he would, though it made a great noise,
GC
The flute would play only "The Protestant Boys."
[Verse 4]
CGC
Bob jumped and he stared and got in a flutter
AmG
And threw the old flute in the blessed holy water.
CFC
He thought that this charm would bring some other Sound;
GC
When he tried it again, it played "Croppies Lie Down."
EmF
Now, for all he could whistle and finger and blow,
CG7
To play Papish music he found it no go.
CFC
"Kick the Pope" and "The Boyne Water" it freely would Sound,
GC
But one Papish squeak in it couldn't be found.
[Verse 5]
CGC
At the council of priests that was held the next day
AmG
They decided to banish the old flute away.
CFC
They couldn't knock heresy out of it's head,
GC
So they bought Bob a new one to play in it's stead.
EmF
Now, the old flute was doomed, and its fate was pathetic
CG7
'Twas fastened and burned at the stake as a heretic.
CFC
As the flames soared around it, they heard a strange Noise;
GC
'Twas the old flute still whistling "The Protestant Boys."
[Outro]
FC
"Toora lu, toora lay,
GC
Oh, it's six miles from Bangor to Donnahadee."