Kelly, Luke Filmography

• Singapore 1942 End of Empire
  2012, role: miscellaneous crew
• Mental
  2012, role: miscellaneous crew
• Sisters of War
  2010, role: miscellaneous crew
• The Ruins
  2008, role: miscellaneous crew
• The Great Raid
  2005, role: miscellaneous crew
• House of Wax
  2005, role: miscellaneous crew
• Lost in Oz
  2002, role: miscellaneous crew
• Counterstrike
  2002, role: miscellaneous crew
• Curse of the Talisman
  2001, role: miscellaneous crew
• Jumping Ship
  2001, role: miscellaneous crew
• Virtual Nightmare
  2000, role: miscellaneous crew
• Max Knight: Ultra Spy
  2000, role: miscellaneous crew
• Dear Claudia
  1999, role: miscellaneous crew

Kelly, Luke Filmography

• The Dubliners: 50 Years Celebration Concert in Dublin
  2012, role: actor , character name: Himself - The Dubliners
• The Dubliners: For One Night Only
  2011, role: actor , character name: Himself - The Dubliners
• Rocky Road to Dublin
  1968, role: composer

Kelly, Luke Filmography

• Riff-Raff
  1991, role: actor , character name: Ken Jones
• A Perfect Spy
  1987, role: actor , character name: Second Detective

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Wrap The Green Flag Around Me - Luke Kelly
• On Raglan Road - Luke Kelly
• Whiskey In The Jar - Luke Kelly
• The Unquiet Grave - Luke Kelly
• The Town I Loved So Well - Luke Kelly
• The Sun Is Burning - Luke Kelly
• The Black Velvet Band - Luke Kelly
• THE RISING OF THE MOON - Luke Kelly
• The Rare Auld Times - Luke Kelly
• The Night Visiting Song - Luke Kelly
• The Molly Maguires - Luke Kelly
• The Gartan Mother's Lullaby - Luke Kelly
• The Auld Triangle - Luke Kelly
• Springhill Mining Disaster - Luke Kelly
• Song For Ireland - Luke Kelly
• Scorn Not His Simplicity - Luke Kelly
• School Day's Over - Luke Kelly
• Peat Bog Soldiers - Luke Kelly
• Parcel Of Rogues - Luke Kelly
• Night Visiting Song - Luke Kelly
• Montreux Monto - Luke Kelly
• Monto - Luke Kelly
• Molly Maguires - Luke Kelly
• Maids When You're Young Never Wed An Old Man - Luke Kelly
• Joe Hill - Luke Kelly
• Home Boys Home - Luke Kelly
• God Save Ireland - Luke Kelly
• Free The People - Luke Kelly
• Dublin In The Rare Oul Times - Luke Kelly
• Dirty Old Town - Luke Kelly
• Dainty Davey - Luke Kelly
• Bunclody - Luke Kelly
• A Nation Once Again - Luke Kelly
• High Germany - Luke Kelly
• A Gentleman Soldier - Luke Kelly
• Alabama '58 - Luke Kelly
• Farewell To Carlingford - Luke Kelly
• The Holy Ground - Luke Kelly
• The Wild Rover - Luke Kelly
• Kelly The Boy From Killane - Luke Kelly
• The Jail Of Cluain Meala - Luke Kelly
• Luke Kelly - Luke Kelly
• Hand Me Down Me Bible - Luke Kelly
• The Best Of - Luke Kelly
• Luke Kelly: the Collection - Luke Kelly
• The Performer - Luke Kelly
• Peggy Gordon - Luke Kelly

Wrap[D] the green flag[G] round me[D] boys,
To die were far more[A] sweet,
With[D] Erin's noble[G] emblem[D] boys,
To[G] be my[A] winding[D] sheet,
In[A] life I loved to[D] see it wave
And[G] follow where it[A] led,
But[D] now my eyes grow[G] dim-my[D] hand
Would grasp its[A] last bright[D] shred.
[Chorus]
Then[D] wrap the green flag[G] round me[D] boys,
To die were far more[A] sweet,
With[D] Erin's noble[G] emblem[D] boys,
To[G] be my[A] winding[D] sheet.
And I had hopes to meet you boys,
On many a well fought field,
When to our sacred banner boys,
The traitrous foe would yield,
But now at last I am denied,
My dearest prayer,
You'll follow and you'll meet the foe,
But I shall not be there.
But though my body moulders boys
My spirit will be free,
And every comrade's honour boys
Will yet be dear to me,
And in the thick of bloody fight,
Let not your courage lag
For I'll be there and hovering near,

On Raglan Road on an autumn day
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might someday rue
I saw the danger
Yet I walked
Along the enchanted way
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf
At the dawning of the day
On Grafton Street in November
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine
Where can be seen
The worth of passion's pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay
Oh I loved too much
And by such and such
Is hapiness thrown away
I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret sign
That's known to the artists
Who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint, I did not stint,
I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May.
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had wooed not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay he'd lose

As I was going over the far famed Kerry Mountains
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was
countin'
I first produced my pistol, I then produced my rapier
Said stand and deliver, I am a bold deceiver
Chorus:
Musha ring um a door um da
Whack for the daddi-o, whack for the daddi-o
There's whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put in me pocket for to take it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy
Chorus
I went into my chamber all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels for sure it was no wonder
But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them all with
water
And sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the
slaughter
Chorus
'Twas early the morning before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell
I first produced me pistol for she'd stolen away my
rapier
I couldn't shoot the water and a prisoner I was taken
Chorus
If anyone can aid me it's me brother in the army
If I could find his station, in Cork or in Killarney
If he will go with me, we'll go rovin' in Killkenny
I'm sure he'll treat me better than me darlin',
sportin' Jenny
Chorus
Some take delight in the hurling and the bowling
And some take delight in the carriages a rollin'
I take delight in the juice of the barley
And courtin' pretty fair maids in the morning bright
and early

The wind doth blow
today my love
A few small drops of rain
Never have I had
but one true love
In cold clay she is laid
I'll do as much
for my true love
As any young man may
I'll sit and mourn
all on her grave
At twelve months and a day
The twelve months and the day being gone
A voice spoke from the deep
Who is it sits
all on my grave
And will not let me sleep
'Tis I, 'tis I,
Thine own true love
Who sits upon your grave
For I crave one kiss
from your sweet lips
And that is all I seek
You crave one kiss
from my clay cold lips
But my breath is earthy strong
Had you one kiss
from my clay cold lips
Your time would not be long
My time be long,
my time be short
Tomorrow or today
May God in heaven
have all my soul
But I'll kiss your lips of clay
See down in yonder garden green
Love where we used to walk
The sweetest flower
that ever grew
Is withered to the stalk
The stalk is withered dry my love
So will our hearts decay
So make yourself
content my love

In my memory I will always see
the town that I have loved so well
Where our school played ball by the gasyard wall
and we laughed through the smoke and the smell
Going home in the rain, running up the dark lane
past the jail and down behind the fountain
Those were happy days in so many, many ways
in the town I loved so well
In the early morning the shirt factory horn
called women from Creggan, the Moor and the Bog
While the men on the dole played a mother's role,
fed the children and then trained the dogs
And when times got tough there was just about enough
But they saw it through without complaining
For deep inside was a burning pride
in the town I loved so well
There was music there in the Derry air
like a language that we all could understand
I remember the day when I earned my first pay
And I played in a small pick-up band
There I spent my youth and to tell you the truth
I was sad to leave it all behind me
For I learned about life and I'd found a wife
in the town I loved so well
But when I returned how my eyes have burned
to see how a town could be brought to its knees
By the armoured cars and the bombed out bars
and the gas that hangs on to every tree
Now the army's installed by that old gasyard wall
and the damned barbed wire gets higher and higher
With their tanks and their guns, oh my God, what have
they done
to the town I loved so well
Now the music's gone but they carry on
For their spirit's been bruised, never broken
They will not forget but their hearts are set
on tomorrow and peace once again
For what's done is done and what's won is won
and what's lost is lost and gone forever
I can only pray for a bright, brand new day

The sun is burning in the sky
Strands of clouds go slowly drifting by
In the park the lazy breeze
Are joining in the flowers, among the trees
And the sun burns in the sky
Now the sun is in the West
Little kids go home to take their rest
And the couples in the park
Are holdin' hands and waitin' for the dark
And the sun is in the West
Now the sun is sinking low
Children playin' know it's time to go
High above a spot appears
A little blossom blooms and then draws near
And the sun is sinking low
Now the sun has come to Earth
Shrouded in a mushroom cloud of death
Death comes in a blinding flash
Of hellish heat and leaves a smear of ash
And the sun has come to Earth
Now the sun has disappeared
All is darkness, anger, pain and fear
Twisted, sightless wrecks of men
Go groping on their knees and cry in pain

Well, in a neat little town they call Belfast,
apprentice to trade I was bound
Many an hours sweet happiness, have I spent in that
neat little town
A sad misfortune came over me, which caused me to stray
from the land
Far away from my friends and relations, betrayed by the
black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
I took a stroll down Broadway, meaning not long for to
stay
When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid comes
a tripping along the highway
She was both fair and handsome, her neck it was just
like a swans
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a
black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid, and a
gentleman passing us by
Well I knew she meant the doing of him, by the look in
her roguish black eye
A goldwatch she took from his pocket and placed it
right in to my hand
And the very first thing that I said was bad luck to
the black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
Before the judge and the jury, next morning I had to
appear
The judge he says to me: "Young man, your case it is
proven clear
We'll give you seven years penal servitude, to be spent
faraway from the land
Far away from your friends and companions, betrayed by
the black velvet band"
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
So come all you jolly young fellows a warning take by
When you are out on the town me lads, beware of them
pretty colleens
For they feed you with strong drink, "Oh yeah", 'til
you are unable to stand
And the very next thing that you'll know is you've
landed in Van Diemens Land
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder

And come tell me Sean O'Farrell tell me why you hurry
Husha buachaill hush and listen and his cheeks were all
a glow
I bare orders from the captain get you ready quick and
soon
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the
moon
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the
moon
And come tell me Sean O'Farrell where the gath'rin is
to be
At the old spot by the river quite well known to you
and me
One more word for signal token whistle out the marchin'
tune
With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the
moon
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the
moon
Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching
through the night
Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed warning
light
Murmurs rang along the valleys to the banshees lonely
croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the
moon
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the
moon
All along that singing river that black mass of men was
seen
High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved
green
Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the
marching tune
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of
the moon
'Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the
moon
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of

Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines
I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times
Raised on songs and stories, heroes of renown
The passing tales and glories that once was Dublin Town
The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting childrens
rhymes
That once was part of Dublin in the rare ould times
Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines
I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times
My name it is Sean Dempsey, as Dublin as can be
Born hard and late in Pimlico, in a house that ceased
to be
By trade I was a cooper, lost out to redundancy
Like my house that fell to progress, my trade's a
memory
And I courted Peggy Dignam, as pretty as you please
A rogue and child of Mary, from the rebel Liberties
I lost her to a student chap, with skin as black as
coal
When he took her off to Birmingham, well she took away
my soul
Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines
I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times
The years have made me bitter, the gargle dims me brain
Cause Dublin keeps on changing, and nothing seems the
same
The Pillar and the Met have gone, the Royal long since
pulled down
As the grey unyielding concrete, makes a city of my
town
Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines
I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times
Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey, I can no longer stay
And watch the new glass cages, that spring up along
decay
My mind's too full of memories, too old to hear new
chimes
I'm part of what was Dublin, in the rare ould times
Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines
I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times
Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines
I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times

I[D] must[G] away[D] now,I can no longer[A] tar[D]ry,
This morning's[G] tem[D]pest,I have to[A] cross,
I must be[D] guided,without a[G] stum[D]ble,
Into the[G] ar[D]ms I [A]love the[D] most
And when he came to his true love's dwelling,
He knelt down gently,upon a stone,
And through her window,he whispered lowly
Is my true lover within at home.
Wake up,wake up love it is thine own true lover,
Wake up,wake up love and let me in,
For I am tired love and oh so weary,
And more than near drenched to the skin.
She's raised her up,her down soft pillow,
She's raised her up,and she's let him in,
And they were locked in,each other's arms,
Untill that long night was past and gone.
And when that long night was pased and over
And when the small clouds,began to grow,
He's taken her hand and they kissed ands parted,
Then he saddled and mounted,and away did go.

Make[C] way for the[G] Molly Maguires,thet're
[F]drinkers,they're[G] liars but they're[C] men,
Make[C] way for the[G] Molly Maguires,you'll[F] never see
the[G] likes of them[C] again.
[Am]Down the mine no[Em] sunlight shines,thoes[C] pits
are black as[Am] hell,
In[C] mud and slime they[F] do thier time,it's[G] Paddy's
prison[C] cell.
And they[F] coursed the day they[C] sailed away,and
[F]drowned their tears with a[G] jar.
Backs will break and muscles ache,
Down there theres no time to dream,
Of fields and farms and wimans arms,
Just dig that bloody seam,
Though they break their bodies underground,
None dare to push them around.

Sleep, o babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's
fall,
Aoibheall from the grey rock comes, to wrap the world in
thrall.
A leanbhan O, my child, my joy, my own, my heart's
desire,
The crickets sing you lullaby, beside the dying fire.
Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's horn is wreathed in
rings of fog,
Siabhra sails his boat till morn, upon the Starry Bog.
A leanbhan O, the paly moon has ringed her cusp in dew,
And weeps to hear the sad, sweet tune, I sing O love to