The drums boomed again, insistent.

The drums boomed and fell silent.

Behind the enemy lines drums boomed and banners shifted.

The pipes and fifes sobbedand the drums banged and boomed without rhythm.

The drums boomed and stuttered, the crowd swayed - and suddenly another hellish libation of rum flared over the fires.

The drums softly thudded and boomed.

Horns blared, dancers leaped, flagons broke and emptied, pipes squealed, drums boomed in jubilation, .

The drums, silent until then, boomed into being, a thudding heartbeat of rhythm.

The drums boomed, the dancers bent double, whirled about first upon one foot and then upon the other.

We could hear the drums booming as we entered the show grounds where the concert was taking place.