TIN WHISTLE MUSIC

The British Grenadiers

 Cripple Creek
Traditional Fiddle Tune

1.

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Music, Public Domain:Whistle Tablature (c) 2008 Mark Bell

 Danny Boy
G =88 Fredrick Weatherly
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Oh Dan- ny boy, the pipes, the pipes are
d e d B G B
cal - ling From glen to glen, and down the moun- tain
And if you come, when all the flowers are dy - ing And I am dead, as dead I well may

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Aside
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The sum - mer's
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gone, and all the flowers are dy - ing 'Tis you, 'tis
be You'll come and find the place where I am ly - ing And kneel and

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you
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must go and I must bide.
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But come ye
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back when sum - mer's in the
say an "Av - e" there for me. And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread a-

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mead - ow Or when the
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val - ley's hushed and white with snow
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'Tis I'll be
- bove me And all my dreams will warm and sweet - er be If you'll not

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here in sun-shine or in sha-dow Oh Dan-ny boy, oh Dan - ny boy, I love you so.
fail to tell me that you love me I'll simp-ly sleep in peace un - til you come to me.
Words and Lyrics, Public Domain
Whistle Tablature (c) 2006 Mark Bell
 www.flutetunes.com

Drunken Sailor
Traditional Irish

                                                                 
  = 112

42  

                                             
            
8

Garryowen
Girl I Left Behind Me
Green Grow the Rashes, O
 Greensleeves
G =70
Traditional

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a 8 k dk dk k

B d e f gf e C A B C d B B B C
A - las! My love you do me wrong to cast me off
FB
dis - cour teous - ly when
I have been read - y at your hand to grant what - ev - er you would crave! I
Well, I will pray to God on high that thou my con - stant sea may see and

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I have lo - ved you so long, de - light - ing in
B B a a f
your com- pany! Green - sleeves is
have both wa - gered life and land your love and good will for to have! Green - sleeves is
that yet once be - fore I die thou will doth say to love me! Green - sleeves is

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my de - light, Green - sleeves is all my joy -
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Green - sleeves, my heart of gold and
my de - light, Green - sleeves is all my joy - Green - sleeves, my heart of gold and
my de - light, Green - sleeves is all my joy - Green - sleeves, my heart of gold and

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who but my La - dy
B B
Green-sleeves?
who but my La - dy Green-sleeves?
who but my La - dy Green-sleeves?

English Folk Melody, Public Domain

Whistle Tablature (c) 2005 Mark Bell
Haul on the Bowline
The Irish Volunteers
(The Bonny Blue Flag)
(D whistle)
Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye
Eirn Go Bragh
The Rocky Road To Dublin
Battle Hymn of the Republic
Hail to the Chief
Shave and a Haircut
The Star-Spangled Banner
Sing Low, Sweet Chariot
Taps
Dixie
 The Minstrel Boy
Thomas Moore 1779-1852

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=100

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A D E GFE D F A d C d B A F GA F E D A
The min - strel boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him; His
The Min - strel fell! But the foe - man's steel Could not bring that proud soul un - der; The

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D E G F E D F A d C d B A F GAF E D A
fath - er's sword he hath gird - ed on, And his wild harp slung be - hind him;
harp he lov'd ne' - er spoke a - gain, For he tore its chords a - sun - der; And

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"Land of Song!" cried the war - rior bard, "Tho' all the world be - trays thee, One
said "No chains shall sul - ly thee, Thou soul of love and brav - 'ry! Thy

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sword, at least, thy right shall guard, One faith-ful harp shall praise thee!"
songs were made for the pure and free They shall nev - er sound in slav - ery!

Tune: "The Moreeen", Old Irish Air

Whistle Tablature (c) 2006 Mark Bell
 www.flutetunes.com

Pop! Goes the Weasel

Traditional English

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RATTLIN BOG
Scotland the Brave
Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star
 Whistling Tell Overture

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=160

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Adapted from William Tell Overture by Giacomo Rossini
Transcription and Whistle Tablature (c) 2006 Mark Bell