What is your favorate bodhran song?
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Like this (it's the only one I know, so it's my favorite):
The Bodhran Song
(Brian O'Rourke - MÓC Music)
Oh I am a year old kid
I'm worth scarcely fifteen quid.
I'm the kind of beast you might well look down on
But my value will increase
At the time of my decease
For when I grow up I want to be a bodhrán.
If you kill me for my meat
You won't find me very sweet.
Your palate I'm afraid I'll soon turn sour on.
Ah but if you do me in
For the sake of my thick skin
You'll find I make a tasty little bodhrán.
Now my parents Bill and Nan,
They do not approve my plan
To become a yoke for every yob to pound on
Ah but I would sooner scamper
With a bang than with a whimper
And achieve reincarnation as a bodhrán.
I look forward to the day
When I leave off eating hay
And become a drum to entertain a crowd on
And I'll make my presence felt
With each well-delivered belt
As a fully qualified and licensed bodhrán.
And 'tis when I'm killed and cured
My career will be assured
I'll be a skin you'll see no scum nor scour on
But with studs around my rim
I'll be sound in wind and limb
And I'll make a dandy, handy little bodhrán.
Oh my heart with joy expands
When I dream of far-off lands
And consider all the streets that I will sound on
And I pity my poor ma
Who has never seen a Fleadh
Or indulged in foreign travel as a bodhrán.
For a hornpipe or a reel
A dead donkey has no feel
Or a horse or cow or sheep that has its shroud on
And you can't join in a jig
If you're a former grade A pig
But you can wallop out the lot if you're a bodhrán.
So if e'er you're feeling low
To a session you should go
And bring me there to exercise an hour on.
You can strike a mighty thump
On my belly, back or rump
But I thank you if you'd wait till I'm a bodhrán.
When I dedicate my hide,
I'll enhance the family pride
And tradition is a thing I won't fall down on
For I'll bear a few young bucks
Who'll inherit my good looks
And be proud to know their old one is a bodhrán.
And I don't think I'll much mind
When I've left himself behind
For the critter can no longer turn the power on
For with a celtic ink design
Tattooed on my behind
I can be a very sexy little bodhrán
Now I think you've had enough
Of this rubbishy old guff
So I'll put a sudden end to my wee amhrán
And quite soon my bloody bleat
Will become a steady beat
When I start my new existence as a bodhrán.
The Bodhran Song
(Brian O'Rourke - MÓC Music)
Oh I am a year old kid
I'm worth scarcely fifteen quid.
I'm the kind of beast you might well look down on
But my value will increase
At the time of my decease
For when I grow up I want to be a bodhrán.
If you kill me for my meat
You won't find me very sweet.
Your palate I'm afraid I'll soon turn sour on.
Ah but if you do me in
For the sake of my thick skin
You'll find I make a tasty little bodhrán.
Now my parents Bill and Nan,
They do not approve my plan
To become a yoke for every yob to pound on
Ah but I would sooner scamper
With a bang than with a whimper
And achieve reincarnation as a bodhrán.
I look forward to the day
When I leave off eating hay
And become a drum to entertain a crowd on
And I'll make my presence felt
With each well-delivered belt
As a fully qualified and licensed bodhrán.
And 'tis when I'm killed and cured
My career will be assured
I'll be a skin you'll see no scum nor scour on
But with studs around my rim
I'll be sound in wind and limb
And I'll make a dandy, handy little bodhrán.
Oh my heart with joy expands
When I dream of far-off lands
And consider all the streets that I will sound on
And I pity my poor ma
Who has never seen a Fleadh
Or indulged in foreign travel as a bodhrán.
For a hornpipe or a reel
A dead donkey has no feel
Or a horse or cow or sheep that has its shroud on
And you can't join in a jig
If you're a former grade A pig
But you can wallop out the lot if you're a bodhrán.
So if e'er you're feeling low
To a session you should go
And bring me there to exercise an hour on.
You can strike a mighty thump
On my belly, back or rump
But I thank you if you'd wait till I'm a bodhrán.
When I dedicate my hide,
I'll enhance the family pride
And tradition is a thing I won't fall down on
For I'll bear a few young bucks
Who'll inherit my good looks
And be proud to know their old one is a bodhrán.
And I don't think I'll much mind
When I've left himself behind
For the critter can no longer turn the power on
For with a celtic ink design
Tattooed on my behind
I can be a very sexy little bodhrán
Now I think you've had enough
Of this rubbishy old guff
So I'll put a sudden end to my wee amhrán
And quite soon my bloody bleat
Will become a steady beat
When I start my new existence as a bodhrán.
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"Wrap It Up"
Not a lot to choose from, but it would have to be "Wrap It Up", sung by Gino Lupari on the 1st "Four Men & A Dog" recording.
Words by Neil Johnston, music by Arty McGlynn.
Now listen you people
Better take this down:
I'm the Bodhrán player
And I'm back in town.
It's me lays down the rhythm
For the diddely I dil dee
Ain't no Flashy Fiddlers
Any good without me!
I can do it on the Bodhrán,
I can do it on the Bones;
Don't need a fancy drum-kit like
The Rolling Stones.
I'm a raker, I'm a shaker,
I make that white top hum:
The man who puts the Iddery in the
Skiddery I dil dum!
Skiddery I dil dum!
Just set up the liquor,
Make sure there's enough,
Then clear the decks for action
Let me strut my stuff.
Hear me talkin'?
Let's go walkin'!
Now the fiddle's fine and dandy,
It's the voice of Irish folk;
And if you've gotta banjo handy,
He can make the music smoke.
Throw in a melodeon --
You've gotta have a box --
and you've the makings of a session
But it isn't one the rocks
Till the goat skin hero
Hits it with his little rhythm stick:
I'm the man supplies the heartbeat,
I'm the dude that makes it tick!
He's the diddley dee director,
He's the dude that makes it tick!
Hear me talkin'?
Let's go walkin'!
At the pub and at the party,
I'm the session's heart and soul;
Hey, it's me who puts the backbone
Into Irish rock 'n' roll.
You can keep your fiddle player,
Your banjo pickin' man,
But the man who minds the goatskin
Is the leader of the band.
When I hear the reels a rollin'
Then it's time for me to start;
I'm the star of syncopation,
I'm the statesman of the art.
Watch the dancers how they dig it,
They say who's the heavy dude?
He's no moron on the Bodhrán,
He's our Gino be goode!
So I'm giving you the message and
I've got it right perhaps:
The show is never over 'til the fat man raps!
You paying?
I'm staying.
The best bit is actually the fade out - listen for " I suppose a Comhaltas tour's out of the question ?" "No green jacket for ye - havenae one to fit ye ...!"
Words by Neil Johnston, music by Arty McGlynn.
Now listen you people
Better take this down:
I'm the Bodhrán player
And I'm back in town.
It's me lays down the rhythm
For the diddely I dil dee
Ain't no Flashy Fiddlers
Any good without me!
I can do it on the Bodhrán,
I can do it on the Bones;
Don't need a fancy drum-kit like
The Rolling Stones.
I'm a raker, I'm a shaker,
I make that white top hum:
The man who puts the Iddery in the
Skiddery I dil dum!
Skiddery I dil dum!
Just set up the liquor,
Make sure there's enough,
Then clear the decks for action
Let me strut my stuff.
Hear me talkin'?
Let's go walkin'!
Now the fiddle's fine and dandy,
It's the voice of Irish folk;
And if you've gotta banjo handy,
He can make the music smoke.
Throw in a melodeon --
You've gotta have a box --
and you've the makings of a session
But it isn't one the rocks
Till the goat skin hero
Hits it with his little rhythm stick:
I'm the man supplies the heartbeat,
I'm the dude that makes it tick!
He's the diddley dee director,
He's the dude that makes it tick!
Hear me talkin'?
Let's go walkin'!
At the pub and at the party,
I'm the session's heart and soul;
Hey, it's me who puts the backbone
Into Irish rock 'n' roll.
You can keep your fiddle player,
Your banjo pickin' man,
But the man who minds the goatskin
Is the leader of the band.
When I hear the reels a rollin'
Then it's time for me to start;
I'm the star of syncopation,
I'm the statesman of the art.
Watch the dancers how they dig it,
They say who's the heavy dude?
He's no moron on the Bodhrán,
He's our Gino be goode!
So I'm giving you the message and
I've got it right perhaps:
The show is never over 'til the fat man raps!
You paying?
I'm staying.
The best bit is actually the fade out - listen for " I suppose a Comhaltas tour's out of the question ?" "No green jacket for ye - havenae one to fit ye ...!"
"There's fast music and there's lively music. People don't always know the difference"
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Re: "Wrap It Up"
Beat me to it (geddit)!kenny wrote:Not a lot to choose from, but it would have to be "Wrap It Up", sung by Gino Lupari on the 1st "Four Men & A Dog" recording.
Words by Neil Johnston, music by Arty McGlynn.
Listen to me young fellow, what need is there for fish to sing when i can roar and bellow?
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MY BODHRAN'S BACK
by Holly Tannen
(to the tune of My Boyfriend's Back)
My bodhran's back, gonna take it to the session
Hey ron day ron, my bodhran's back!
Gonna play real fast so I make a good impression
Hey ron day ron, my bodhran's back!
Hey, the chicks'll think I'm cool now
I can almost see them drool now!
My bodhran's back, gonna take it to the gathering
Hey ron day ron, my bodhran's back!
Gonna play real loud an' drown out all their blathering
Hey ron day ron, my bodhran's back!
Hey, they'll let me play a gig now
I can almost play a jig now!
My bodhran's back, gonna take it to the hooley
Hey ron day ron, my bodhran's back!
If I try real hard, I can almost play "Tom Dooley"
Hey ron day ron, my bodhran's back!
Hey, they'll let me in the band now!
We'll get booked at Disneyland now!
They said, "Don't bring your bodhran to the ceilidh!"
Hey ron day ron, my bodhran's back!
So Friday night gonna bring my ukelele
Hey ron day ron, my bodhran's back!
I can channel Tiny Tim now!
Hey, I'm singing just like him now!
My bodhran's back, gonna take it to the session
Hey ron day ron, my bodhran's back!
Gonna play real fast so I make a good impression
Hey ron day ron, my bodhran's back!
by Holly Tannen
(to the tune of My Boyfriend's Back)
My bodhran's back, gonna take it to the session
Hey ron day ron, my bodhran's back!
Gonna play real fast so I make a good impression
Hey ron day ron, my bodhran's back!
Hey, the chicks'll think I'm cool now
I can almost see them drool now!
My bodhran's back, gonna take it to the gathering
Hey ron day ron, my bodhran's back!
Gonna play real loud an' drown out all their blathering
Hey ron day ron, my bodhran's back!
Hey, they'll let me play a gig now
I can almost play a jig now!
My bodhran's back, gonna take it to the hooley
Hey ron day ron, my bodhran's back!
If I try real hard, I can almost play "Tom Dooley"
Hey ron day ron, my bodhran's back!
Hey, they'll let me in the band now!
We'll get booked at Disneyland now!
They said, "Don't bring your bodhran to the ceilidh!"
Hey ron day ron, my bodhran's back!
So Friday night gonna bring my ukelele
Hey ron day ron, my bodhran's back!
I can channel Tiny Tim now!
Hey, I'm singing just like him now!
My bodhran's back, gonna take it to the session
Hey ron day ron, my bodhran's back!
Gonna play real fast so I make a good impression
Hey ron day ron, my bodhran's back!
Jonathan
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The bodhran is as traditional Irish as the didgeridoo is trad. Australian Aboriginal.
The former is native to the west of Ireland and the latter to only Arnhem Land in the North of Australia. However this hasn't stopped them being accepted in broader context. Just as the the East Indian bamboo flutes of Orissa, Bengal, Assam and Nepal are now accepted as pan Indic (with developments).
The most traditional song associated with the bodhran is the reportedly "garbled version of a song" associated with the Wren Hunt which takes place on St Stephen's Day (Boxing Day), an ancient custom sugested to be pagan in origin.
Whatever the ultimate origin or source of the frame drum of Ireland, it is certainly older in presence and association with a native Irish custom and cultural expression than guitars and other lute type instruments, uileann pipes, concertinas and accordions and derivatives of the 19th century Western European flutes adapted as Irish flutes.
In my opinion, that the bodhran is predominantly associated with players who reportedly play them badly and is otherwise the subject of derision by those who are participants of an Irish tradition but who play newly accepted instruments, speaks more of the malaise of a culture
* unable to acknowledge its pre-Christian roots, and
* unable to overcome the British colonial imprint of disdain for indigenous musical heritage .
The former is native to the west of Ireland and the latter to only Arnhem Land in the North of Australia. However this hasn't stopped them being accepted in broader context. Just as the the East Indian bamboo flutes of Orissa, Bengal, Assam and Nepal are now accepted as pan Indic (with developments).
The most traditional song associated with the bodhran is the reportedly "garbled version of a song" associated with the Wren Hunt which takes place on St Stephen's Day (Boxing Day), an ancient custom sugested to be pagan in origin.
Whatever the ultimate origin or source of the frame drum of Ireland, it is certainly older in presence and association with a native Irish custom and cultural expression than guitars and other lute type instruments, uileann pipes, concertinas and accordions and derivatives of the 19th century Western European flutes adapted as Irish flutes.
In my opinion, that the bodhran is predominantly associated with players who reportedly play them badly and is otherwise the subject of derision by those who are participants of an Irish tradition but who play newly accepted instruments, speaks more of the malaise of a culture
* unable to acknowledge its pre-Christian roots, and
* unable to overcome the British colonial imprint of disdain for indigenous musical heritage .
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really ?
Can I ask you, Talasiga, what's the evidence for your first statement there, please ?
"There's fast music and there's lively music. People don't always know the difference"
Dear Kenny Boy,
To cut to the chase, look up any number of sites about the history of the bodhran in Ireland and the didgeridoo in Australia. Despite contentions about the former, most sites will acknowledge an olden South West Eire "Wren Boy" tradition of the drum.
Tala Baby
To cut to the chase, look up any number of sites about the history of the bodhran in Ireland and the didgeridoo in Australia. Despite contentions about the former, most sites will acknowledge an olden South West Eire "Wren Boy" tradition of the drum.
Tala Baby
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