On the subject of a dry bodhran:

I'm rubbing dubbin on me bodrhan
I think I'll put some more on
'Cause the skin is dry and lifeless,
Like the goat that wore it last.
If you treat it then you beat it,
Then you polish and repeat it,
It will sing a little longer,
Than if you leave it dry,
It will ring a little stronger,
And a new one you won't buy.
It will see a new tomorrow,
Be a bodhran fit to borrow,
You can even treat your beater,
Now, would I tell a lie?
If you ever split a skin,
You'll sit right down and cry.