ฟังเพลงIf it wasn't for music

In the county tyrone near the town of dungannon

Where many the ructions meself had a hand in

Bob williamson lived a weaver by trade

And all of us thought him a stout orange blade

On the twelfth of july as it yearly did come

Bob played with his flute to the sound of a drum

You may talk of your harp your piano or lute

But nothing can compare with the old orange flute

Toora lu toora lu

Oh it's six miles from bangor to donnahadee

Bob the deceiver he took us all in

He married a papist named bridget mcginn

Turned papist himself and forsook the old cause

That gave us our freedom religion and laws

Now boys of the townland made some noise upon it

And bob had to fly to the province of connaught

He fled with his wife and his fixings to boot

And along with the latter his old orange flute

Toora lu toora lu

Oh it's six miles from bangor to donnahadee

At the chapel on sunday to atone for past deeds

He'd say pater and aves and counted his brown beads

Til after some time at the priest's own desire

He went with that old flute to play in the choir

He went with that old flute for to play for the mass

But the instrument shivered and sighed oh alas

And try though he would though it made a great noise

The flute would play only the protestant boys

Toora lu toora lu

Oh it's six miles from bangor to donnahadee

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 it's head

So they bought bob a new one to play in it's stead

'Twas fastened and burned at the stake as a heretic

As the flames soared around it they heard a strange

Noise

'Twas the old flute still whistling the protestant

Boys

Toora lu toora lay

Oh it's six miles from bangor to donnahadee

The Old Orange Flute - The Dubliners