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 Papist 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 Pater's and Ave's 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 cried,"O Alas!"
And blow as he would, though he made a great noise,
The flute would play only The Protestant Boys.
Bob jumped up and huffed, and was all in a flutter.
He pitched the old flute in the best holy water;
He thought that this charm would bring some other sound,
When he tried it again, it played Croppies Lie Down!
At a council of priests that was held the next day
They decided to banish the Old Flute away;
They couldn't knock heresy out of its head
So they bought Bob another to play in its stead.
And the Old Flute was doomed,
and its fate was pathetic
'Twas fastened and burnt at the stake as heretic.
As the flames rose around it, you could hear a strange noise—
'Twas the Old Flute still whistlin' The Protestant Boys:
Oh, it's six miles from Bangor to Donnahadee."
Wanna hear the Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem, with Pete Seeger, sing The Old Orange Flute, live at Carnegie Hall? This is a big download, so don't attempt it without a broadband connection. But it is FABULOUS. And here's Shamrock fruit crate label.