Working On the Bogs of Lisdoonvarna

All folk”d up go lassie go

Hard Times - Rattlin Rogues

Meadhbh Walsh- Sail On Jimmy

The Island - patrick feeny

mcalpine’s fusiliers-green road

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

The Craic Was Ninety In the Isle of man - whistlin donkeys

Can Find Her Feet
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[harmonica]

She woke up in the rain,
same old cold, same old pain
It was dark, she groped around
She was laying on wet ground

She don't remember it too clearly
Last night she got here late
She was waiting for a coat
They ran out, she had to wait

[instrumental]

She was looking for a spot
But this hole is all she got
Wrapped up in garbage bags
She lay dressed in some old rags

Her hip is aching, she can't move
She has to go, but cannot stand
She is laying in her filth
No one cares to lend a hand

[harmonica]

Time passes, she fades out
She looks again, the sun is out
She sees people packing up
Someone said they saw the cops

She better go, they don't like her
They could just let her be
Her time will come right soon enough
She won't last long sleeping rough

[instrumental]

There is frost upon the ground
Too much pain to make a sound
She bites her sleeve, buries her face
How did she get here to this place

Can't feel her feet, 
they ain't around
Can't stand up, 
they can't be found

[instrumental]

Time passes, she fades out
She look again, the sun is out
She sees people packing up
Someone said they saw the cops

She better go, they don't like her
They could just let her be
Her time will come right soon enough
She won't last long sleeping rough

There is frost upon the ground
Too much pain to make a sound
She bites her sleeve, buries her face
How did she get here to this place

Can't feel her feet, 
they ain't around
Can't stand up, 
they can't be found

[instrumental]

There is frost upon the ground
Too much pain to make a sound
She bites her sleeve, buries her face
How did she get here to this place

Can't feel her feet, 
they ain't around
Can't stand up, 
they can't be found

[outro]


Can't Find Her Feet

Michael English - Friday At The Dance

Face Her For Mount Leinster

A Rale Humdinger

Working On the Bogs of Lisdoonvarna

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