tin whistle


  • WordNet 3.6
    • n tin whistle an inexpensive fipple flute
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  • Aneurin Bevan
    “He seems determined to make a trumpet sound like a tin whistle.”


In literature:

Mine is a tootling, tin-whistle music.
"Ballads of a Bohemian" by Robert W. Service
On the floor lay a skeleton doll, a toy tambourine, a whipping-top, and a wried tin whistle.
"Thyrza" by George Gissing
If that engine didn't toot so much like a tin whistle I should almost think it was a picture.
"Kent Knowles: Quahaug" by Joseph C. Lincoln
We did not know how to play a tin whistle or beat upon the tintinnabulum.
"Waysiders" by Seumas O'Kelly
After that they played steamboat, a tin horn being the whistle, which was tooted every time the boat stopped or started.
"The Bobbsey Twins in a Great City" by Laura Lee Hope
The boy had a tin whistle, and once in a while he would blow upon it.
"Exciting Adventures of Mister Robert Robin" by Ben Field
He shuffled along, stooping over a pouch of tin whistles and gurgling in one as he went.
"Pipefuls" by Christopher Morley
From the whistle came the tin pipe capable of producing tunes in the hands of a skilful player.
"Chats on Household Curios" by Fred W. Burgess
A cat upon the tiles, a Romeo, was to this as a tin whistle to a trombone.
"Khartoum Campaign, 1898" by Bennet Burleigh
Why should the alternative name be tin whistle?
"The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. 7 (of 25)" by Robert Louis Stevenson

In poetry:

'Tis long since, long since, since I heard
A tin-whistle played,
And heard the tunes, the ha'penny tunes
That nobody made!
"The Tin-Whistle Player" by Padraic Colum
And now is standing in the mist,
And jigging backward there,
Shrilling with fingers and with breath,
A tin-whistle player!
"The Tin-Whistle Player" by Padraic Colum
With tin whistles, mouth-organs, any noise,
They pipe the way to glory and the grave;
Foolish and young, the gay and golden boys
Love cannot save.
"Joining The Colours" by Katharine Tynan
Or a man that played on a tin-whistle:
He looked as he'd taken a scarecrow's rig;
Playing and playing as though his mind
Could do nothing else but go to a jig,
And no one around him, little or big.
"Dublin Roads" by Padraic Colum
Then Wilkes, shoulder high, through the village was borne
By the boys, with sound of the whistle and horn—
With a tin pail for drum; on the old beechen tree
They hanged, and then burned, the old scarecrow with glee.
"Old Memories" by Janet Hamilton

In news:

From Tin Whistle To Golden Flute.