The Old Orange Flute
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".
A Velha Flauta Laranja
No condado de Tyrone, perto da cidade de Dungannon
Houve muita confusão que eu mesmo participei
Bob Williamson morava lá, um tecelão de ofício
E todos nós achávamos que ele era um cara valente.
No dia doze de julho, como sempre acontecia
Bob tocou sua velha flauta ao som do tambor
Você pode falar da sua harpa, do seu piano ou alaúde
Mas nada se compara à minha Velha Flauta Laranja.
Toora loo, toora lay, oh, são seis milhas de Bangor a Donaghadee.
Mas Bob, o enganador, com certeza nos iludiu
E casou com uma católica chamada Bridget McGinn
Virou católico ele mesmo e abandonou a velha causa
Que nos deu nossa liberdade, religião e leis.
Agora os rapazes do lugar comentaram sobre isso,
E Bob teve que fugir para a província de Connaught;
Ele fugiu com sua esposa e suas tralhas, pra completar,
E junto com as últimas foi a Velha Flauta Laranja.
No conselho de padres que foi realizado no dia seguinte
Decidiram banir a Velha Flauta de vez;
Não conseguiram tirar a heresia da cabeça dela
Então compraram um novo para Bob tocar no lugar.
Agora a Velha Flauta estava condenada, e seu destino era patético
Foi amarrada e queimada na fogueira como herege.
Enquanto as chamas rugiam ao seu redor, você podia ouvir um barulho esquisito
Era a Velha Flauta ainda tocando "Os Meninos Protestantes".