THE NEW IRISH SPORT OF BODHRAN BASHING!

Dark and thick and topped in white

Fragrant, strong on a cold dark night

Dublin city ready to burst

Only the Dark Stuff would quench the thirst

Of the waiting crowd, poised and ready

Hands and arms strong and steady

A drum roll sounded , the time drew near

To make that record disappear

Bodhrans held above the head

They listened as the D J said:

“Pound those drums, stamp those feet

Show the Aussies we’re not beat

That Guinness record we’ll tear asunder

Our bodhrans don’t belong Down Under

1500 bash that skin

That record book we will be in.

The Irish sound will travel free

12,000 miles to each Aussie”