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Data di rilascio: 31.12.2002
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
The Old Orange Flute |
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,\nWhere many the ructions meself had a hand in.\nBob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,\nAnd all of us thought him a stout Orange blade,\nOn the Twelfth of July as it yearly did come,\nBob played with his flute to the sound of a drum.\nYou may talk of your harp, your piano or lute,\nBut none can compare with the Old Orange Flute.\nBob, the deceiver, he took us all in;\nHe married a Papist named Bridget McGinn.\nTurned Papist himself and forsook the old cause\nThat gave us our freedom, religion and laws.\nNow, boys of the townland made some noise upon it,\nAnd Bob had to fly to the province of Connaught.\nHe fled with his wife and his fixings to boot,\nAnd along with the latter his Old Orange Flute.\nAt the chapel on Sunday to atone for past deeds,\nHe’d say Pater and Aves and counted his brown beads.\n'Til after some time, at the priest’s own desire\nHe went with that old flute to play in the choir.\nHe went with that old flute for to play for the Mass,\nBut the instrument shivered and sighed, oh, alas,\nAnd try though he would, though it made a great noise,\nThe flute would play only «The Protestant Boys.»\nBob jumped and he stared and got in a flutter\nAnd threw the old flute in the blessed holy water.\nHe thought that this charm would bring some other sound;\nWhen he tried it again, it played «Croppies Lie Down.»\nNow, for all he could whistle and finger and blow,\nTo play Papish music he found it no go.\n«Kick the Pope"and «The Boyne Water"it freely would sound,\nBut one Papish squeak in it couldn’t be found.\nAt the council of priests that was held the next day\nThey decided to banish the old flute away.\nThey couldn’t knock heresy out of it’s head,\nSo they bought Bob a new one to play in it’s stead.\n'Twas fastened and burned at the stake as a heretic.\nAs the flames soared around it, they heard a strange noise;\n'Twas the old flute still whistling «The Protestant Boys.»\n«Toora lu, toora lay» |