The k**igans - The Old Orange Flute lyrics

In the county Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon There was many a ruckshon that 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 of his old flute to the sound of the drum You can talk of your harp, your piano or lute But nothing compared with me Old Orange Flute Toora loo, toora lay, oh it's six miles from Bangor to Donaghadee But Bob the deceiver sure he took us all in And he married a Papist named Bridget McGinn Turned Papish himself and forsook the old cause That gave us our freedom, religion and laws Now the boys in the place made some comment upon it And Bob had to flee to the province of Connaught; He fled with his wife and his fixins, to boot And along with the latter went the Old Orange Flute At the 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 a new one to play in its stead Now the Old Flute was doomed, and its fate was pathetic ‘Twas fastened and burnt at the stake as heretic As the flames roared around it, you could hear a queer noise ‘Twas the Old Flute still playing “The Protestant Boys”