The Old Orange Flute-The Dubliners

[ti:The Old Orange Flute] [ar:The Dubliners] [al:Dubliner's Ireland] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Old Orange Flute - The Dubliners [00:00.90]In the county Tyrone near the town of Dungannon [00:04.39] [00:05.51]Where many the ructions meself had a hand in [00:08.37] [00:09.74]Bob Williamson lived a weaver by trade [00:12.93] [00:13.93]And all of us thought him a stout Orange blade [00:17.31] [00:18.51]On the Twelfth of July as it yearly did come [00:21.20] [00:22.36]Bob played with his flute to the sound of a drum [00:24.72] [00:26.14]You may talk of your harp your piano or lute [00:30.32]But none can compare with the Old Orange Flute [00:33.87]Toora lu toora lay [00:36.77] [00:37.97]Oh it's six miles from Bangor to Donnahadee [00:42.36] [00:42.98]'Bout the bob the deceiver he took us all in [00:46.26] [00:46.87]He married a Papist called Bridget McGinn [00:50.14] [00:51.27]Turned Papist himself and forsook the old 'cause [00:54.68] [00:55.44]That gave us our freedom religion and laws [00:58.63] [00:59.27]Now the boys of plays made some calm upon it [01:02.18] [01:03.25]And Bob had to fly to the province of Connaught [01:05.62] [01:06.76]He fled with his wife and his fixings to boot [01:10.56]And along with the latter his Old Orange Flute [01:14.12]Toora lu toora lu toora lay [01:16.78] [01:17.95]Oh it's six miles from Bangor to Donnahadee [01:22.10] [01:22.76]At the chapel on Sunday to atone for past deeds [01:26.69]He'd say Pater and Aves and counted his brown beads [01:29.96] [01:30.77]'Til after some time at the priest's own desire [01:34.07] [01:34.91]He went with that old flute to play in the choir [01:37.92] [01:39.12]He went with that old flute for to play for the Mass [01:41.46] [01:42.38]But the instrument shivered and sighed oh alas [01:44.58] [01:45.78]And below I see he would though it made a great noise [01:50.00]The flute would play only the protestant boys [01:53.20]Toora lu toora lu toora lay [01:56.10] [01:57.06]Oh it's six miles from Bangor to Donnahadee [02:01.17] [02:01.86]At the council of priests that was held the next day [02:05.29]They decided to banish the old flute away [02:08.64] [02:09.51]They couldn't knock heresy out of it's head [02:12.09] [02:13.02]So they bought Bob a new one to play in it's stead [02:16.35] [02:17.02]At all fluk twas then I Fread what by hattack [02:19.92] [02:21.17]Fastened and burned at the stake as a heretic [02:23.32] [02:24.24]As the flames soared around it they heard a strange [02:27.80]Noise [02:28.51]'Twas the old flute still whistling [02:30.24]The protestant boys [02:31.95]Toora lu toora lay [02:34.80] [02:35.85]Oh it's six miles from Bangor to Donnahadee