Jun 22, 2010 · http://www.IrishGaeilge.com Colm O'Donnell singing Brian O'Rourke's Bodhrán Song at the Tyrone Fleadh in Dún Uladh. Featuring Joe Ward RIP on bodhrán and bon...

This is the song that made me want to learn bodhrán. Performed in a backyard on a Monday.Download Celtic Metal Dude here:https://celticmetaldude.bandcamp.com/

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The Bodhrán Song (Words and Music: Brian O'Rourke, copyright Camus Productions; Produced by Brendan Nolan) Key of E; Guitar, Capo 2nd fret, D; Tuning: EBGDAD This is a wonderful tongue in cheek ditty by Galway writer Brian O'Rourke, about a goat whose sole ambition in life is to become an Irish drum.

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.

You'll find I make a tasty little bodhrán. Ah but I would sooner scamper With a bang than with a whimper And achieve reincarnation as a bodhrán. As a fully qualified and licensed bodhrán. …

I'm the kind of beast that you might well look down on. When I grow up I want to be a bodhran. Your palate, I'm afraid, I'd soon turn sour on. You'll find I'll make a tasty little bodhran. To become a yoke for everyone to pound on. And achieve reincarnation as a bodhran. And become a drum to entertain a crowd on.

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Dec 10, 2013 · In this song, the bodhrán provides the insistent force that mimics the sound of the ship driving through the frigid waters of the Atlantic Ocean. The piece seems to gain speed with every beat, just as the ship did as it plowed headlong into the deadly iceberg.

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. 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. You'll find I make a tasty little bodhrán. To become a yoke for every yob to pound on.