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To: Elmer Flugum who wrote (10656)	7/12/1999 3:15:00 PM
From: High Grader	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 62549

Take this Falwell: Happy 12th July God Bless King Billy In the county Tyrone in the town of Dungannon, There wus many as seen it an meself had a hand in. Bob Williams he lived there, how we were betrayed, And all of us thought him a Stout Orange Blade. On the Twelfth of July did the Idjit come , To play with his Oul Flute to the sound of the drum You can talk of your Harp, yer Pianner or Lute But there's now't to compare wid 'd Oul Orange Flute Sure Bob the deceiver now he took us all in And he married a Papist called Bridgid Mc Ginn. Turned Papist himself an forsook the Old Cause That gave us our Freedom , Religion 'n Laws. Now the Boys of the Place had some comment upon it And Bob had to fly to the Province of Connaught. So he fled with his wife an his fixins t' boot An along with the latter the Oul Orange Flute At Mass on a Sunday to attone for past deeds Bob said Paters 'n Aveys and counted his beads Till after some time at the Priests own desire They asked Bob with The Oul Flute to play in the choir Now Bob went wid his Oul Flute to play in the Mass But it's inside was broke and the chip was a lost And blow as he would 'twould make only one noise . The Oul Flute would play only the Protestant Boys. At the Council of Priests that was formed the next day They decided to banish the Oul Flute away. So they bough Bob a new one to play in it's stead. Now the Oul Flute was doomed and it's fate was pathetic Twas tied to the stake wid the wood all around it As the flames roared around it they heard a GREAT NOISE Twas the Oul Flute still playing the Protestant Boys. Ta-ra -ra,Ta -re-re, O it's six miles from Bangor to Donagadee