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Thread #54130 Message #837220
Posted By: GUEST,Christy Moore
29-Nov-02 - 11:47 AM
Thread Name: The reproductive capacity of bodhrans
Subject: RE: The reproductive capacity of bodhrans
Ah holy Jaysis! I'm getting' some quare shtick after my wee go at re-writin' Cúnla there up above. Sure wasn't I only commenting on poor bodhran batterin', not bodhrans per se! But the falk I'm getting' at the minute … sure I had an aisier time when I was acting as unofficial spokesman for the Republican movement!
Any road up, Ronnie started a wee number a while ago there – how're you Ronnie? ("Middling to raysonable, Christy, you big buck-eejit!") – and I sat down with a wee half-size pen out of the bookies and ripped the picture of a beer-mat and scribbled this wee hymn to the bodhran, by way of following his lead.
And here – before I start – is there any chance of a wee swallow? My oul' tongue's like an emery board, so it is!
They say that the bongos make music that's quare The sound of a tom-tom is hard to compare If it's drumming you want you'll find no drum so rare Than the drums that they make down in Roundstone
The boul' Malachy, he makes drums for me For ninety nine pounds and ninety nine pee Stick your hand in your pocket and I'll guarantee That you'll never from that day feel lonesome
The jazzers have bongos, the prods have lambegs Whose rattlin' is reckoned to frighten the taigs And some play the spoons and some they shake eggs But there's none houls a candle to Roundstone
The boul' Malachy, he makes drums for me For ninety nine pounds and ninety nine pee Stick your hand in your pocket and I'll guarantee That you'll never from that day feel lonesome
Castanets, bones and the boul' tambourine Clackers, marrackers, are frequently seen But they're put in the shade when oul' Ringo or Gino Produces the drum made in Roundstone
The boul' Malachy, he makes drums for me For ninety nine pounds and ninety nine pee Stick your hand in your pocket and I'll guarantee That you'll never from that day feel lonesome
The boul' Cathy Jordan has got a quare voice But to tell you the truth, boys, if I had a choice I'd far rather hear her create a great noise On the drums that they make down in Roundstone
The boul' Malachy, he makes drums for me For ninety nine pounds and ninety nine pee Stick your hand in your pocket and I'll guarantee That you'll never from that day feel lonesome
Sit in on a session wherever you roam And musicians will soon make you feel right at home As soon as you pull out your tunable drum That was handmade by Kearns down in Roundstone
The boul' Malachy, he makes drums for me For ninety nine pounds and ninety nine pee Stick your hand in your pocket and I'll guarantee That you'll never from that day feel lonesome
To hell with begrudgers, as Behan would say Cherish your bodhran and batter away Drown out so-called musicians who barely can play With your drum that was made down in Roundstone
The boul' Malachy, he makes drums for me For ninety nine pounds and ninety nine pee Stick your hand in your pocket and I'll guarantee That you'll never from that day feel lonesome