Me oul bodhran kittled one night at a fleadh Instead of one bodhran, I gained me a scra Says I to myself, my oul' drum was a ma And the litter kicked up a commotion Bodhranii, bodhranii, I can't give them for free In frame drums I find myself up to the knee They're breeding like rabbits, but more noisily And me peace is most cruelly shattered (Shout from stage left ... Ah, musha Ronnie, ye oul' glipe! Give over the "funny" stuff and l'ave it to Chrishty!") I will so, then, Barney! Sorry!
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