Thanks pal. And I thought it was O'Carolan who composed it - but I accept your word about Rory Dall. O'Carolan was blind too. Maybe that caused the confusion.

But listen. I was going down Grafton Street last Saturday, minding my own business and wafting through the frosty air came the strains of Si Beag Si Mor. Over I go. There was this oul' fella on the big flute accompanied by a younger fell on the guitar. And boy could they play.

I threw a 2 euro into the cap and when a break came in the music, I said to the younger man - "Gee, that guy is too good to be palying at a steet corner". "You can say that again" says he. I asked the oul fella if he knew "Tabhir dom do Lamh (Give me your hand)". - and offhe goes. Honest to God I never heard anything like the feeling the fella put into it. By this time a crowd had gathered and yer man almost in mid-note substituted the tin whistle for the flute and after Festy Conlon of Spiddal - I never in my life hear the beat.

When the lads had finished, I asked the old man what part of the country he was from. "NORWAY" says he. "I only met him today" said the younger man "and we teamed UP". Talk about being gobsmacked.

And me like an eejit went on my way enthralled - without ever finding out his name. Can anyone help. This Mudcafe is a wonderful place. So someone lurking in there somewhere must know the identity of this Norwegian.