Monday, March 16, 2020

Happy St Paddy's Day 2020

I'm reposting this St Paddy's Day greeting from
August O'Connor (bodhran) and
Nick Herbert (tin whistle).

with apologies to Joanie Madden

Sure, it's a holy instrument
Like everything that comes from God
You must learn to hold her reverently
Like Father Kelly's Holy Wafer
Or a patch of Irish sod.

Close your lips around her fipple
And thru her narrow airway
Blow a prayer across that tilted floor
Called "labium" when there's one of them
And "labia" when there's more.

Now the noise she makes is frightful
Like a pack o' banshees wailin'
The men are rising from their seats
And now your life depends
On the music you can coax from her
With your fancy fingerin'

Sure breathin' (and tonguin') have to be mastered
But they're just a part o' the thing
For it's how ye move yer flesh
Across the openings, laddie,
That makes the Irish whistle sing.

You may play in a grove
You may play in a pub
You may play with a maid in the spring
But playing the Irish whistle
You must mind your fingering
For it's how ye move yer flesh
Across the openings
That makes the Irish whistle sing.

Sure, it's how ye move yer flesh
Across the openings
That makes the Irish whistle sing.


Ginny from Jurupa Valley said...

Loved ye ole Irish "jig"... I think my little finger and big toe are Irish. :) Actually, I was told that my maiden name - Mallady - is Irish... I just don't know anything about details.

Bob Erickson said...

Keep up the good work, Nick.
Bob and Sandy

Unknown said...

Fantastic poem, dear friend. Send it to Phrenzy,com or any one of many poetry publications and it will be pub-lished, fetted, celebrated and sung like an Irish Hymn in every bloody pub! Sexy? Yes, Musical? Fresh! And with a lyric voice can lift our feet to dance. You get younger every year, my dear. Thank you for still Being.

Michael Grosso said...

Hey Nick, marvelous poem and you made me rush to find my Irish penny whistle and get
right into some blowin'and fingerin'! Cheers from the East Coast!