{"id":347,"date":"2013-11-08T22:35:07","date_gmt":"2013-11-08T22:35:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=347"},"modified":"2014-09-16T23:08:31","modified_gmt":"2014-09-16T23:08:31","slug":"the-bodhran-and-the-goat","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/the-bodhran-and-the-goat\/","title":{"rendered":"The Bodhran and the Goat"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The bodhran, the narky neighbour, nyeucks, Good Boys and Cnats… a plot, an innocent goat sacrificed… and a beautiful new Bodhran. Another story from North Longford…<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

The neighbors met in each others houses, to visit for a while
\nEvery house had its turn for maybe five or so mile,
\nSome houses had batter catering, some no welcome at the door,
\nThe less of the latter visitors found, they’d be sure to visit more.
\nThere was one old wicked woman, who of her visitors would be sick,
\nOut dogs and more along with ye, shed roar, and wave a stick
\nHe loyal dogs in fear for life, from her door would flee,
\nBut her friends being friends stayed put, and watched her glower, with childish glee.
\nSuch a house was ours, in Longford once upon a time,
\nWhen a complaint about a bodhran, led to a horrific crime…
\nA slaughter of an innocent, about which few men have wrote,
\nAnd one neighbour went to his grave, wondering what happened to his goat.<\/p>\n

My father played the bodhran, he played it well enough,
\nIt was his party piece, as his singing it was rough,
\nBut a neighbour had for everything, the remark, quiet put down
\nComplained the bodhran was past its date – my father started to frown,
\nSo he and a few other of the Good boys resolved to get even if they can
\nAnd bring his crashing down to earth, who knew all of every man,
\nAt least according to himself, he to all declared,
\nAs other muttered beneath their breath, and more in silent rage stared.<\/p>\n

The neighbour, he had a goat, it was his pride and joy,
\nA fact known by all around, by every girl and boy,
\nHe had no bodhran of his own, and barely one could play,
\nAnd became the butt of a cruel joke, from my father that fateful day.
\nIt was hatched in a local bar, after one nights resolve,
\nThat this mans arrogance about bad bodhrans was a problem they would solve,
\nSo they made a bodhran, and they tested it, did they both…
\nIt played well – the truth lets tell – it should, being the skin of the neighbours goat!<\/p>\n

Well, the session that night started, in our home in Aughagreagh,
\nFolk invited all around, the new bodhran to be heard play,
\nOur tragic neightbour came to call, the bodhran invited for to try,
\nHe declared it a wonder of bodhrans, and a tear in his eye,
\nFor his goat was missing, which in his field had been,
\nHe inquired of reliable neighbours, if any his goat had seen,
\nAnd all said nay, though it was a lie, about it they would not worry,
\nAs the smell of the fresh goatskin undried made many leave in a hurry!<\/p>\n

He went to his grave, did that old man, not knowing his goats fate,
\nMirth and merry telling went with the retelling of the story great,
\nIn bars and homes the length of the land, and I’m telling it here yet,
\nAnd will tell the tale for years to come, or to do so I am set,
\nFor that’s what makes the Irish, the jovial people we are,
\nBegrudgery is a quirk of ours that gave us drive to go far,
\nAnd trickery of a jovial sort, to take another down a peg,
\nIs a national sport and talent that we call pulling ones leg.<\/p>\n

Nyeucks and cnats, and blackguards, different names we call,
\nThe quick witted and sharp tongued who in their own time fall
\nVictim to another who on them a prank will pull,
\nSuch makes life more bearable, which can be sometimes dull.
\nWith all our progress and modernization, this fun spirit we have lost,
\nAs we ape outsiders, and our culture to history have tossed,
\nI hope when they met in heaven, he forgave, and all was well,
\nI hope the same if all found themselves at a Ceilidh at the bowels of Hell!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The neighbors met in each others houses, to visit for a while Every house had its turn for maybe five or so mile, Some houses had batter catering, some no welcome at the door, The less of the latter visitors found, they’d be sure to visit more. 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