verse 1 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."