Ken Duffy


Battle Of The Instruments


Fiddle, Bodhran, and Tin Whistle unite
Against Uilleann, Guitar, and Banjo they fight
Their battle cries, form a strange melody
It's chaos uniting, in a musical harmony

My foot starts tapping to it's beat
Is this the effect, from the battle heat
Didley Idle comes from my lips
Then a slight giration from the hips

This Celtic sound has cast a spell
It's the Devils music straight from hell
But I shout more, more, is what I say
And I listen to his music, come what may

Submitted: Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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