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!