[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
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
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