The Drunken Bodhrans' Christmas Song

Long ago in a Dublin bar, we played our tunes on an old guitar.

A bodhran beat, a whistle's cry, and a handful gathered as the years went by.

We sang of love and winter nights, of lanterns glowing warm and bright,

and somehow there in that gentle glow, a family formed as the seasons

go. And we are The Drunken Bodhrans, still standing side by side.

Through Christmas Eves and winding roads, you've been there for the ride. From Dublin Town

to distant shores, you've helped our music grow. So here's our love to all

of you who warm us in the snow. Hey! We've seen your