Luke Kelly

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Born in Sherriff Street Dublin on the 17th November 1940, he left school at the age of 13 and worked a series of casual jobs. In 1958 he emigrated to the United Kingdom where he began performing in various folk clubs and where he joined the campaign for nuclear disarmament, the young Communist League and the Connolly Association.

Returning to Dublin in 1962 he began performing with Ronnie drew in a group that was soon renamed the Dubliners. According to legend, it was Kelly who suggested the name because he was reading James Joyce’s collection of short stories at the time. With his unruly shock of red hair and his goatee he soon became a recognisable figure on Dublin’s musical scene. For example the poet Patrick Kavanagh asked Kelly to perform Raglan Road and this became one of the songs he was most closely identified with.

A supporter of civil rights in Northern Ireland, travellers rights, public housing and with trade unions, he been described by Larry White in the dictionary of Irish Biography as outspoken and charismatic, and the foremost exemplar for the idealism and left wing and political radicalism of the popular music scene of 1960’s

He was the founding member of the Focus Theatre and acted in the 1969 Dublin Theatre Festival as well in various productions of Jesus Christ Super Star. Diagnosed with a brain tumour in 1980 he had a series of operations, but was admitted for emergency treatment in early 1984, he died on the 28th of January aged only 44.

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For What Died the Sons of Róisín

For What Died the Sons of Róisín, was it fame?
For What Died the Sons of Róisín, was it fame?
For what flowed Irelands blood in rivers,
That began when Brian chased the Dane,
And did not cease nor has not ceased,
With the brave sons of ´16,
For what died the sons of Róisín, was it fame?

For What Died the Sons of Róisín, was it greed?
For What Died the Sons of Róisín, was it greed?
Was it greed that drove Wolfe Tone to a paupers death in a cell of cold wet stone?
Will German, French or Dutch inscribe the epitaph of Emmet?
When we have sold enough of Ireland to be but strangers in it.
For What Died the Sons of Róisín, was it greed?

To whom do we owe our allegiance today?
To whom do we owe our allegiance today?
To those brave men who fought and died that Róisín live again with pride?
Her sons at home to work and sing,
Her youth to dance and make her valleys ring,
Or the faceless men who for Mark and Dollar,
Betray her to the highest bidder,
To whom do we owe our allegiance today?

For what suffer our patriots today?
For what suffer our patriots today?
They have a language problem, so they say,
How to write "No Trespass" must grieve their heart full sore,
We got rid of one strange language now we are faced with many, many more,
For what suffer our patriots today?

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