Now am I a tin whistle Through which God blows, And I wish to God I were a trumpet But why, God only knows.
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"Now am I a tin whistle..."
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"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"
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