The patrons of the tavern, almost exclusively male, hoot and whistle as you climb onstage, but quiet down for the most part to listen to the song, sipping their booze and mirroring your swaying. The two musicians prove to be quite competent, keeping the rhythm well. The end of the song is greeted with grins and romping applause, and the innkeeper chuckles and shouts, offhandedly, "Oi! Not bad a' all, lass; you lookin' for a job?"