This notation is pretty simple; dark circles mean covered holes; empty circles mean uncovered holes; a '+' below means to blow harder to get the upper octave; a '#' below means this note is too low for the whistle chosen and you'll have to fake it :) The author of this program always plays accidentals by closing holes, so you'll never see half-covered holes.
When I was starting, I found notation like this to be very helpful, and I know plenty of people who have trouble reading music who find this notation easier. Good luck!
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Dulcimer tab
for this song is also available
Ewing Brooks My name is Ewin' Brooks, My name I did deny, An' left my aged parents In sorrow for to die. But little did they think While in my youth an' bloom, That on the fifth of August I'll meet my fatal doom. I come to old America, Old Engiand I forsook, I took the name of Maxwell, Denied of Ewin' Brooks. I bein' a very reckless man, A spendthrift too was I, I murdered Arthur Fralow My wants to satisfy. I went down to the old depot An' boarded a Frisco train, I knew that after such a crime I could not there remain. The speedin' of the train was fast An' I thought that I was free, I did not know a telegram Was on ahead of me. I stepped aboard the old steamship Sayin', "Now I'm free, I know." The officers arrested me Down on old Yeland Shore. They took me back to old Saint Louis An' placed me in a cell For the crime that I committed In the Southern Old Hotel. I bid my friends farewell, My mother an ' sister so young, Who pled with Governor Marhouse That I might not be hung. He would not even grant them time To send my father word, To cross the brinery water To say,"Farewell, my son." I place my treasures all in heaven, My earthly hopes are fled, I know my friends will grieve for me Long after I am dead. An' when I'm dead an' laid away Within my grave to rest, I know we'll meet in heaven there To be forever blest. note: an adaptation of Charles Guiteau From Ozark Folksongs, Randolph Collected from Myrtle Devore, AK, 1930 DT #690 Laws E12 RG oct96
Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!
