X:202
T:Bodhrán Song, The
R:
song
C:Brian O'Rourke
D:Brian O'Rourke
D:Colm O'Donnell
Z:id:hn-song-202
M:2/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
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W:Oh, I am a year old kid, I'm worth scarcely fifteen quid.
W:I'm the kind of beast you might well look down on.
W:But my value will increase at the time of my decease,
W:For when I grow up I want to be a bodhrán.
W:
W:If you kill me for my meat, you won't find me very sweet.
W:Your palate I'm afraid I'll soon turn sour on.
W:Ah, but if you do me in for the sake of my thick skin,
W:You'll find I make a tasty little bodhrán.
W:
W:Now my parents Bill and Nan, they do not approve my plan,
W:To become a yoke for every yob to pound on.
W:Ah, but I would sooner scamper with a bang than with a whimper,
W:And achieve reincarnation as a bodhrán.
W:
W:I look forward to the day when I leave off eating hay,
W:And become a drum to entertain a crowd on.
W:And I'll make my presence felt with each well-delivered belt,
W:As a fully qualified and licensed bodhrán.
W:
W:And 'tis when I'm killed and cured, my career will be assured.
W:I'll be a skin you'll see no scum nor scour on.
W:But with studs around my rim, I'll be sound in wind and limb,
W:And I'll make a handy, dandy little bodhrán.
W:
W:Oh, my heart with joy expands when I dream of far-off lands,
W:And consider all the streets that I will sound on.
W:And I pity my poor ma, who will never see a Fleadh,
W:Or indulge in foreign travel as a bodhrán.
W:
W:Well a cat's lives they are nine, but they are not very fine,
W:And a dog has much material to growl on,
W:But it's when you are a goat, you can strike a merry note,
W:That's provided you have first become a bodhrán.
W:
W:For a hornpipe or a reel a dead donkey has no feel,
W:Or a horse or cow or sheep that has its shroud on.
W:And you can't join in a jig, as a former grade A pig,
W:But you can wallop out the lot if you're a bodhrán.
W:
W:So if e'er you're feeling low, to a session you should go,
W:And bring me there to exercise an hour on.
W:You can strike a mighty thump on my belly, back or rump,
W:But I thank you if you'd wait till I'm a bodhrán.
W:
W:When I dedicate my hide, I'll enhance the family pride,
W:And tradition is a thing I won't fall down on.
W:For I'll bear a few young bucks, who'll inherit my good looks,
W:And be proud to know their old one is a bodhrán.
W:
W:And I don't think I'll much mind, when I've left himself behind,
W:For the critter can no longer turn the power on.
W:For with a celtic ink design, tattooed on my behind,
W:I can be a very sexy little bodhrán.
W:
W:Now I think you've had enough of this rubbishy old guff,
W:So I'll put a sudden end to my wee amhrán.
W:And quite soon my bloody bleat, will become a steady beat,
W:When I start my new existence as a bodhrán.