Monday, November 8, 2021

The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem - The Old Orange Flute – Live at Carnegie Hall lyrics

The Old Orange Flute – Live at Carnegie Hall

The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem

GENRE
Pop
[Intro, Spoken]
Seeing as it's near the 17th of March, we want to extend a hand to our orange brethren... With a black spot on it. you See, in the north of Ireland we have a bunch of fellows called Orangemen. they're fellows that sell oranges. Lemons? Now, this fellow in our hometown, he was an Orangeman

Now, he was going with his girls – He was a catholic, they're the bad fellows and we're the good fellows – they decide to get married, so they got marriеd, and after they werе married for a little while, they decided he was going to become Catholic

So, he went to the priest and he took instruction for a long time, and he was baptized eventually. and he came home, but he couldn't get it through his head that he was a catholic, and he didn't know what the hell to do about it! so he went to the priest, and he said "look father", he said, I know I took all them instructions, and you baptized me and everything, but I can't get it through my head that I'm a catholic, what'll I do about it?

So the priest said ..[?].. No he didn't say that, he said "the only thing I can tell you do do is keep repeating to yourself, 'I'm a catholic, not a protestant, I'm a catholic, not a protestant, I'm a catholic, not a protestant, I'm a catholic, not a protestant', eventually it will penetrate your thick skull that you're a catholic and not a protestant"

So away he went, muttering to himself " 'I'm a catholic, not a protestant, I'm a catholic, not a protestant". Now, the following friday the priest happened to be going round and he decided to visit the newlyweds, and he went in and got a whiff he shouldn't get in a good catholic house on a Friday. And Mary was sitting knitting, and he says to her 'Where's Sam, Mary?' Says 'He's in the kitchen, father'. So he went into the kitchen and there was sam, and he had a huge big steak on the pan and he was scooping gravy over it, and he was saying 'You're a trout, you're not a steak, You're a trout, you're not a steak, You're a trout, you're...'

This song is called 'You're a trout, you're not a steak'. No, it's called 'The Old Orange Flute'

[Verse 1]
In the county Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon
Where many's the ruction meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all of us thought him a stout Orange blade

[Verse 2]
On the twelfth of July as it yearly did come
Bob played on the flute to the sound of the drum
You may talk of your harp, your piano or lute
But there's nothing could sound like the Old Orange Flute

[Verse 3]
But Bob the Deceiver, he took us all in
He married a Papist named Bridget McGinn
Turned Papish himself and forsook the Old Cause
That gave us our freedom, religion and laws

[Verse 4]
Now the boys in the county made some comment upon it
That Bob had to fly to the province of Connaught
He fled with his wife and his fixins, to boot
And along with the lather his Old Orange Flute

[Verse 5]
At the chapel on Sunday, to atone for past deeds
Bob said Paters and Aves and counted his beads
Till after some time, at the priest's own require
He went with the old flute to play in the choir

[Verse 6]
He went with the old flute too play for the mass
But the instrument shivered and sighed."O Alas!"
And try as he might, though he made a great noise
The flute would play only "The Protestant Boys"

[Verse 7]
Bob jumped and he started, and got in a flutter
And the old flute in the blest holy water
He thought that this charm would bring some other sound
When he tried it again, it played "Croppies Lie Down!"

[Verse 8]
And for all he would whistle and finger and blow
To play Papish music, he found it no go
"Kick the Pope" to "Boyne Water" it freely would sound
But one Papish squeak in it couldn't be found

[Verse 9]
At a 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

[Verse 10]
Well the Old Flute was doomed, and its fate was pathetic
'Twas fastened and burnt at the stake as heretic
As the flames soared around it, they hear a strange noise
'Twas the Old Flute still a-whistlin' "The Protestant Boys"

Tooral-Ay, Tooral-Ay, oh it's six miles from Bangor to Donal[?]

[laughter, applause]

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