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The Old Orange Flute

アーティスト:Tommy Makem 

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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


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