Tabs please

Lovely recording of this reel

thanks for posting it and well played

splendid! do you happen to have the sheet music of this version?

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Daayummmm!!!!!! So fire 🔥

Written by Paul Cranford of Cape Breton. Named for a session at the home of Kyle MacNeil, of the Barra MacNeils.

Nice 👍

Thats dope 👌

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very nice

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It’s just so nostalgic For the movie sausage party

The coolest thing Ive heard in a long time 😊.

5 years since last comment? Hi...

“Is this the krusty krab?” No this is patirck!!

Hello, in the tabs when you have F and f key you mean F# and f# (f sharp) don't you? Because only F and f would mean half-holing and that is hard :'D Btw. masterfully played!

You do this WAY too fast 😢😮😢😮

00:39 Nicee!

Can you send me the whistle notes?

Hi there could you send me on the tabs 🎵 of Grace I'd be really appreciate regards pat

Where is there notes for this

Let your quacks and newspapers be cutting their capers About curing the vapors the scratch and the gout With their medical potions, their serums and their lotions Upholding their notions, they're mighty put out. Who can tell the true physic to all that's pathetic And pitch to the divil, cramp, colic and spleen You'll know it I think if you take a big drink With your mouth to the brink of a jug of poteen So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys Oh what botheration, no dose in the nation Can give consolation like poteen me boys. No liquid cosmetic to lovers athletic Or bodies pathetic can give such a bloom As the sweet by the powers in the garden of flowers Ever gave their own bowers such a darling perfume And this liquid so rare if you willingly share To be taking your hair when it's frizzled and dead Oh the sod has the merit to yield the true spirit So strong it will shake all the hairs from your head Then stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys Oh since its perfection, no doctor's direction Can cleanse the complexion like poteen me boys While a child in me cradle, me nurse with her ladle Was filling my mouth with a notion of pap When a drop from her bottle fell into my throttle I stumbled and capered clean out of her lap On the floor I lay crawlin' and screaming and bawling 'Til me mother and father were called to the fore All sobbing and sighing they feared I was dying But soon found I only was crying for more. So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys Oh lord how they'd chuckle if babes in their truckle They only could suckle on poteen me boys Through my youthful aggression, through times of depression My childhood's impression still clung to my mind And at school or at college the basis of knowledge I never could gulp 'til with whiskey combined And as older I'm growing times ever bestowin' On Erin's potation, a flavor so fine And how ere they may lecture on jove and his nectar Itself is the only true liquid divine So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys Oh lord, 'tis the right thing for courting and fighting There's nowt so exciting as poteen me boys. Come guess me this riddle, what beats pipes and fiddle What's hotter than mustard and milder than cream What best wets your whistle, what's clearer than crystal What's sweeter than honey and stronger than steam What'll make the lame walk, what will make the dumb talk, The elixir of life and philospher's stone And what helped Mr. Brunnell to build the Thames Tunnel Wasn't it poteen from ould Inisowen So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys Oh lord, it's no wonder, if lightning and thunder Weren't made from the plunder of poteen me boys. You maidens pathetic, with lovers athletic For liquid cosmetic, you can't beat the drop With a glow to your cheek, it will make your heart leap It'll quiet a stallion or cure an old cob At the mouth you would drool, be reduced to a fool You'd kick up your heels and you'd peel to the buff Then 'tis he'd be pathetic while you'd be athletic If only you'd take a few drops of the stuff So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys For there's nothing like whiskey to make maidens frisky It soon separates all the men from the boys.

how can a car fly?

hi do you think you can make a one piece overtaken tin whistle cover i am dying to make one but cant figure it out

This is lit 🔥

is there any way you can put them in like the hand gesture notes

Worth waiting for. I'm having this one!

You are a constant inspiration, much thanks

Lovely

I need the proper name of this flute

First! Awesome old school jig. I can almost hear the miners walking to the mine for the daily struggle.

Amazing

Could you please post a translation of the Poem and the Gaelic Version

What whistle are you playing on this one?

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can you play donnybrook fair, i don’t know you’ve done this already but im pretty sure you haven’t

Lovely version of this tune, thanks.

This sounds to me like it's in the key of C. The b flat whistle would be a brighter tone.

Is there anywhere to find the tin whistle tabs for this tune

beautiful rendition!

Loved it! Absolutely great!

very simple notes thankS!

notes please???

have asked for tonguing earlier have picked it up from ur website! but when your playingn fast it gets hard to keep up with how many times your playing keys like dddddd eeee ggg

could you please do chlorine by twenty one pilots?

Wow ill attempt learning this what an amazing tin whistler u r!!!!

You play any low D whistler?

please do you have the sheet of this bit?

Sorry for having failed you. France remembers our frienship. Castlebar avenged La Boyne. Vive l'Irlande