Three fiddlers play as if A frenzy had overcome them, A banjo player plucks in the Background in counterpoint, The flute player slips his semiquavers As hounds chasing a hare, In and out of the hedged phrases, The bodhrán player pounds a rhythm As a set of railroad tracks For the melody to travel on, While we just stare. If this is reality, then What kind of trance are we in For the rest of our lives. and a session in Eddy Dowlings pub, Errill, Co. Laois on New Years Eve gone................the old and the young, the Irish and the French played together till the wee hours. Click here - http://www.from-ireland.net/images/newyear/Session.htm