The Night That Went On For Days

Dreamers and Believers

Day of my return trail west

cows on the hill

All Folk'd Up - Whiskey In The Jar

All folk”d up go lassie go

Hard Times - Rattlin Rogues

Song written about Tyrone man Dominic Darcy

Darcy's Scrapyard

Jack Keogh is proud to announce the release of his latest single, "My Grandfather’s Accordion," co-written with his long-time producer Wayne Thorose. The song, available on all major streaming platforms from Friday 31st May, delves into the personal and emotional connection Jack has with his grandfather's cherished accordion, an heirloom recently passed down to him.

My Grandfather's Accordion (Single)

My Grandfather's Accordion

Old Sam and Jim on the Ridge Road steep,
Sam’s cattle crossed where the wild grass creeps,
Jim built his fence at the break of day,
But Sam’s herd drifted in anyway.
Clinking tin and splintered posts,
Words flew fast over ghostly coasts,
By night the lanterns lit the dust,
And neighbors whispered whose claim was just.

On the fence-line stand our grudges tall,
Voices echo down the hollow’s call,
From a stolen calf to a broken stake,
The court’s house waits for the one to break.

Mrs. Mae saw the cattle roam,
Saw her Sammy’s corn crushed where they comb,
She hollered up to Jim’s front door,
Said “Fix your fence or it breaks some more.”
Jim spat words like gravel stones,
Said “My land ends where my barn stands alone,”
Mae’s brother’s face under kerosene light,
Promised revenge if it came to fight.

On the fence-line stand our grudges tall,
Voices echo down the hollow’s call,
From a stolen calf to a broken stake,
The court’s house waits for the one to break.

In the courthouse hall the judge’s gavel falls,
Neighbors line up telling whose side calls,
Sam stands quiet, Jim stands tall,
But the land remembers the cattle’s crawl.

On the fence-line stand our grudges tall,
Voices echo down the hollow’s call,

The verdict came with the rooster’s crow,
Jim pays the fine, Mae’s corn will grow,
But the fence stays broken, the cattle still roam,
And the Ridge Road remembers their bitter home.
Old Sam said nothing, Mae wiped her tears,
The banjo strums on the end of years,
And neighbors whisper by moonlit sky,
“Who dug the fence and who let it die?”

On the fence-line stand our grudges tall,
Voices echo down the hollow’s call,
From a stolen calf to a broken stake,
The court’s house waits for the one to break.
When the fence is mended and the cattle roam free,
Still the banjo hums of the bitter decree.

In the courthouse hall

Wherever Youre Going- Derek Ryan

Hard Times - Rattlin Rogues

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