To the bodhrán's beat your heart's in harmony,
Sinews plainly dance in the player’s timing foot;
From head to toes our traditional music flows
And like the grand piano reeds it vibrates below.
The sitting down around, the resining of the bow;
The tuning up is done and a fiddler plays a tune
The spirit of the session comes suddenly to life-
Now listen to the rhythm of the music of the night.
(Bodhrán=Tambourine)
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'To the bodhrán's beat your heart's in harmony, / Sinews plainly dance in the player’s timing foot; / From head to toes our traditional music flows / And like the grand piano reeds it vibrates below...', nice rhythm.