Auld Orange Flute(Keyboard chords)

	        verse 1 
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In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon, 
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Where many the ructions meself had a hand in. 
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Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade, 
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And all of us thought him a stout Orange blade, 
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On the Twelfth of July as it yearly did come, 
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Bob played with his flute to the sound of a drum. 
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You may talk of your harp, your piano or lute, 
                              G          C 
But none can compare with the Old Orange Flute. 


verse 2 
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Bob, the deceiver, he took us all in; 
             Am           G 
He married a Papist named Bridget McGinn. 
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Turned Papist himself and forsook the old cause 
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That gave us our freedom, religion and laws. 
                 Em            F 
Now, boys of the townland made some noise upon it, 
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And Bob had to fly to the province of Connaught. 
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He fled with his wife and his fixings to boot, 
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And along with the latter his Old Orange Flute. 


verse 3 
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At the chapel on Sunday to atone for past deeds, 
                   Am       G 
He'd say Pater and Aves and counted his brown beads. 
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'Til after some time, at the priest's own desire 
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He went with that old flute to play in the choir. 
                      Em           F 
He went with that old flute for to play for the Mass, 
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But the instrument shivered and sighed, oh, alas, 
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And try though he would, though it made a great noise, 
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The flute would play only 'The Protestant Boys.' 


verse 4 
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Bob jumped and he stared and got in a flutter 
              Am               G 
And threw the old flute in the blessed holy water. 
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He thought that this charm would bring some other Sound; 
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When he tried it again, it played 'Croppies Lie Down.' 
                      Em          F 
Now, for all he could whistle and finger and blow, 
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To play Papish music he found it no go. 
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'Kick the Pope' and 'The Boyne Water' it freely would Sound, 
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But one Papish squeak in it couldn't be found. 


Verse 5 
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At the council of priests that was held the next day 
                Am         G 
They decided to banish the old flute away. 
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They couldn't knock heresy out of it's head, 
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So they bought Bob a new one to play in it's stead. 
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Now, the old flute was doomed, and its fate was pathetic 
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'Twas fastened and burned at the stake as a heretic. 
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As the flames soared around it, they heard a strange Noise; 
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'Twas the old flute still whistling 'The Protestant Boys.' 


Outro 
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'Toora lu, toora lay, 
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Oh, it's six miles from Bangor to Donnahadee.'
	        

Written by Public Domain/Traditional