Tonalità: C major•
Verse 1
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In the county Tyrone,
in the town of Dungannon
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Where many a ruckus me
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self had a hand in
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Bob Williamson lived
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Am
there, a weaver by trade
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G
And all of us thought him
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a stout- hearted blade.
Verse 2
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On the twelfth of July as
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it yearly did come
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Bob played on the flute to
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G
the sound of the drum
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You can talk of your fiddles,
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Am
your harp or your lute
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But there's nothing could sound
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C
like the Old Orange Flute.
Verse 3
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But the treacherous scoundrel,
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C
he took us all in
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For he married a Papish
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named Bridget McGinn
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Turned Papish himself and
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F
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forsook the Old Cause
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G
That gave us our freedom,
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religion and laws.
Verse 4
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And the boys in the county made
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such a stir on it
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Am
They forced Bob to flee to
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the province of Connaught;
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C
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Took with him his wife and his fixins,
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to boot,
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And along with the rest went the
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Old Orange Flute.
Verse 5
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Each Sunday at mass, to atone
for past deeds,
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Bob said Paters and Aves
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and counted his beads
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C
Till one Sunday morn, at
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Am
the priest's own require
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Am
Bob went for to play with
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C
the flutes in the choir.
Verse 6
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Am
F
He went for to play
with the flutes in the mass
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But the instrument quivered
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and cried."O Alas!"
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C
And blow as he would,
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though he made a great noise,
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C
G
The flute would play only
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"The Protestant Boys".
Verse 7
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Bob jumped up and huffed,
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C
and was all in a flutter.
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He pitched the old flute in
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the best holy water;
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He thought that this charm would
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bring some other sound,
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Am
G
When he tried it again,
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it played "Croppies Lie Down!"
Verse 8
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F
And for all he would finger
and twiddle and blow
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For to play Papish music,
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the flute would not go;
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"Kick the Pope" to "Boyne
Water" was all it would sound
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Am
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Not one Papish bleat in it
could e'er be found.
Verse 9
a council of priests that was
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C
held the next day
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They decided to banish
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the Old Flute away;
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They couldn't knock heresy
out of its head
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G
So they bought Bob another
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to play in its stead.
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C
An d the Old Flute was doomed,
Verse 10
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and it s fate was pathetic
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'Twas fastened an d burnt
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at the stake as heretic.
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C
As the flames rose around it,
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you could hear a strange noise
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'Twas the Old Flute still a- whistlin'
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F
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"TheProtestant Boys".
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