Cifras
Auld Orange Flute

Tom: C

Introdução:

dificuldade
fácil |||||
               C                                             G                   C 
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
                               Am                 G 
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
         C                                     F                 C 
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
                             G                                                   C 
And all of us thought him a stout Orange blade,
                                         Em             F 
On the Twelfth of July as it yearly did come,
         C                                                       G7 
Bob played with his flute to the sound of a drum.
                 C                                             F               C 
You may talk of your harp, your piano or lute,
                                                             G                   C 
But none can compare with the Old Orange Flute.
verse 2
 C                                         G                     C 
Bob, the deceiver, he took us all in 
                           Am                     G 
He married a Papist named Bridget McGinn.
               C                                         F                       C 
Turned Papist himself and forsook the old cause
                                   G                                         C 
That gave us our freedom, religion and laws.
                                   Em                       F 
Now, boys of the townland made some noise upon it,
         C                                         G7 
And Bob had to fly to the province of Connaught.
       C                                                   F                   C 
He fled with his wife and his fixings to boot,
                                                             G                   C 
And along with the latter his Old Orange Flute.
verse 3
               C                                     G                           C 
At the chapel on Sunday to atone for past deeds,
                                       Am             G 
He'd say Pater and Aves and counted his brown beads.
           C                                             F                       C 
'Til after some time, at the priest's own desire
                                                               G                     C 
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,
                 C                                             G7 
But the instrument shivered and sighed, oh, alas,
         C                                                           F                       C 
And try though he would, though it made a great noise,
                                                               G                   C 
The flute would play only "The Protestant Boys."
verse 4
         C                                               G               C 
Bob jumped and he stared and got in a flutter
                             Am                             G 
And threw the old flute in the blessed holy water.
       C                                                                     F                   C 
He thought that this charm would bring some other Sound 
                                                                       G                       C 
When he tried it again, it played "Croppies Lie Down."
                                             Em                   F 
Now, for all he could whistle and finger and blow,
       C                                       G7 
To play Papish music he found it no go.
                     C                                                           F                       C 
"Kick the Pope" and "The Boyne Water" it freely would Sound,
                                                         G                     C 
But one Papish squeak in it couldn't be found.
Verse 5
               C                                                     G                         C 
At the council of priests that was held the next day
                                 Am                 G 
They decided to banish the old flute away.
           C                                         F                     C 
They couldn't knock heresy out of it's head,
                                           G                                             C 
So they bought Bob a new one to play in it's stead.
                                               Em                           F 
Now, the old flute was doomed, and its fate was pathetic
             C                                                   G7 
'Twas fastened and burned at the stake as a heretic.
               C                                                         F                             C 
As the flames soared around it, they heard a strange Noise 
                                                                                   G                   C 
'Twas the old flute still whistling "The Protestant Boys."
Outro
               F                 C 
"Toora lu, toora lay,
                                                                     G           C 
Oh, it's six miles from Bangor to Donnahadee."