The name is Kilakilarney.
Blarney Kilakilarney.
Leprechaun by birth
gold-keeper by vocation
spinner of tales by choice.
Like the one about
how we leprechauns
brought the Christmas Gold
back to Ireland?
'Twas all because
of a young lad.
Dinty Doyle, by name.
Him being cabin boy
in the good ship
"Belle of Erin" on its way
back home to Dublin.
Doyle, I always have
a Christmas tree
aboard for the holidays.
This trip I forgot.
But look..
'An uncharted island.
And see! A pine tree.'
'Row over there
and dig it up for me.'
A fine job for a cabin boy.
[rustling]
What's that?
A tiny pair of coattails..
The little people?
Leprechauns!
Did you see him?
That's a full growed
human being, ain't it, mum?
Aye.
First one hereabouts
in over two centuries.
But Papa, he's digging
up the Banshee-tree.
He shouldn't do that,
should he, Papa?
Should he, Dad?
Should he, Mum?
[screaming]
Too late!
She's getting loose!
Back to town!
Run till you burst!
[screeching]
Free! Free at last!
A storm! A storm
to celebrate my freedom!
Ha ha ha!
Can't see a thing!
Not the island..
Nor me ship!
I'm done for!
A rainbow?
But rainbows come
in summer--
And today is Christmas Eve!
'Bless me soul!'
'Shamrocks!'
'The leprechauns' pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow.'
Glory be!
A golden Christmas
dream come true!
♪ Everyone knows
That rainbows end in gold ♪
♪ Guarded by leprechauns
So we've been told ♪
♪ And if you walk
A hundred miles to where ♪
♪ The colors all descend
Don't give up my friend ♪
♪ There's been a million dreams
About the rainbow's end ♪
♪ Everyone knows
That rainbows end in gold ♪
♪ Guarded by leprechauns
So we've been told ♪
♪ And when you hear someone
Has found the pot ♪
♪ Around the secret bend
♪ Take your choice, my friend
If its all pretend ♪
♪ How come a million dreams
About the rainbow's end ♪
♪ There's been a million dreams
About the rainbow's end ♪
leprechauns' gold!
Back, thief!
Beware the Kilakilarney blade!
For didn't it slay
the terrible
Shamrock-eating dragon
of Belfast?
No, no, wait a minute!
Look out now!
Ouch!
Oh, lad, I hope
I didn't hurt ye.
I mean you no harm.
Tell me, lad
are you a thief
by trade or inclination?
Neither one.
Something just come over me
when I saw all the glitter.
Aye, the gold fever.
I'm Blarney Kilakilarney,
Principal Patriarch
of the Clan Kilakilarney!
Designer of their Destinies
Father of their Fantasies
Planter of their Potatoes
and Guardian of their Gold.
Were those Kilakilarneys
I saw on the shore?
And how should I know?
I haven't spoke to them
for a hundred years!
Your own family? Why?
Well, you see, we come
to a parting of the ways.
Are you really
interested, lad?
I am that.
Then let me tell
you the whole story
for I haven't talked
to anyone in so long.
Oops! Almost forgot.
[blowing]
I need gold,
Blarney Kilakilarney.
Gold before Christmas.
This potion will be very
persuasive.
[tingling]
The tea's almost done, lad,
will you have a cup?
Here you are.
Let it cool before you drink.
Blast!
Well, I can wait
for your tea to cool.
Just take one sip,
then play the fool.
Well, you see, there be two
strains of leprechauns.
There be the Kilakilarneys,
we're the gold miners.
And then there
be the O Clogjiggers,
the shoemakers.
Faye, me wife, was the fairest
of the O Clogjiggers.
It was a good union,
and for centuries
we lived in peace and harmony,
digging gold, making shoes,
eating, sleeping, begetting..
And before we knew it..
...Faye and me were the oldest
leprechauns in all Ireland.
Ah, they were good times.
Every night I'd be off
to the gold mines.
♪ Oh, the golden gold
♪ Of Ireland's
Only seen by leprechauns ♪
♪ For we mine it
In the middle of the night ♪
♪ And we chop it into nuggets
♪ And we pile it into pots
Which we bury 'fore the early ♪
♪ Mornin' light
♪ Oh, the golden gold
of Ireland ♪
♪ Nobody's ever seen
nobody's ever seen ♪
♪ Nobody's ever seen
♪ Oh, the golden gold
of Ireland ♪
♪ Nobody's ever seen
♪ 'Cause it's covered
by the emerald Ireland green ♪
♪ Oh, the golden gold
of Ireland ♪
♪ Only seen by leprechauns
♪ For we mine it
in the middle of the night ♪
♪ And we plant
a sea of shamrocks ♪
♪ To disguise
the hiding spots ♪
♪ That's the way we keep
'em out of bloomin' sight ♪
♪ Oh, the golden gold
of Ireland ♪
♪ Nobody's ever seen
nobody's ever seen ♪
♪ Nobody's ever seen
♪ Oh, the golden gold
of Ireland ♪
♪ Nobody's ever seen
♪ 'Cause it's covered
by the emerald Ireland green ♪
♪ 'Cause it's covered
by the emerald Ireland green ♪
Unfortunately, leprechaun gold
attracts rainbows
which are dead giveaways
to where it's hidden.
[screaming]
Such a rainbow brought us
old Mag the Hag.
A screaming, caterwauling
banshee.
Now this type of banshee
is an evil fairy
whose moaning cries bring
nothing but bad luck.
But if they don't get the gold
by Christmas every year,
they slowly turn
into salty teardrops
and wash away forever.
Oh, they can create cataclysms,
and make the moon
dance with the stars
and turn milk sour!
But with all their powers,
they still need gold!
And, and-- here's the catch:
They're not allowed
to steal it!
Ha, ha! The gold's got
to be given them freely,
or it doesn't count
at all!
Still too hot.
Will you drink that tea!!
Well, old Mag the Hag
was desperate that year.
For wasn't it just four days
before Christmas
and her without a nugget?
Caw!
Oh, very, very tricky!
Banshees can change
to anything they want.
But, if you're wise,
ye can always tell them--
For they cant hide
their banshee tears!
Their cheeks are always
moist with them!
Well, not being able to get
anywhere with us gold miners,
she moved to the shoemaking
branch of the family.
♪ Kilakilarney shoes
Make you dance ♪
♪ Kilakilarney shoes
Keep the b*at ♪
♪ Kilakilarney shoes
Put a rhythm in your blues ♪
♪ Try a pair of Kilakilarneys
On your feet ♪
♪ Kilakilarneys
Kilakilarneys ♪
♪ Made by leprechauns
One size fits all ♪
♪ Kilakilarneys
Kilakilarneys ♪
♪ Ask your local
Leprechaun to call ♪
But my wife Faye
wasn't wise
to the wicked ways
of the banshee.
♪ Kilakilarney shoes
Put a rhythm in your blues ♪
♪ Try a pair of Kilakilarneys
On your feet ♪
Who are you now?
Your guardian angel, perhaps.
Listen, listen
to my words.
Gold is the source
of all the world's troubles
and can bring no one good.
All those who mine it
will soon be caught
in its evil spell.
Do you truly love your husband?
Aye, that I do.
Then make him
give his gold away.
Do this, and I promise you all
will live happily ever after.
You actually expect me to give
away the Kilakilarney gold?
Sure and I'm only making sense.
And I'm telling you it was
the banshee what visited you!
And I'm telling you
it 'twas a good fairy!
A guardian angel!
You're daft!
That's what!
I'm what?
You're daft!
I'm warning you, man..
Well, if that's the way
you feel about it,
I'll not come home
from the mine in the morning!
Well don't then!
And when your shoes get holey
don't come to me
to save your soles!
Goodbye, wife!
Goodbye, husband!
Now, when I got to the mine
I found not one of the gold
miners had showed up for work.
Not one!
Old Mag the Hag
had got to them all.
And they'd all turned
into...shoemakers!
Give up, silly old fool.
Gold, sir. All your gold
for Christmas!
No! Turn to tears
and wash away!
You'll not get it!
Then take the consequences!
[rumbling]
Oh no.
You see, the quake was so
fierce that the wee jut of land
we lived on broke itself
off from Ireland
and floated out to sea
becoming the phantom
Island of Tralee
upon which you now rest
your feet, more the pity.
Well, knowing Mag would
soon drown us all,
I went to him what was the only
one could help us..
...the lord of the leprechauns.
Why do you summon me,
Lord Patrick?
Well, now, I was
just wondering, Mag.
How is it you
can turn to tears?
Banshees are created from tears.
Tears we were.
Tears we are. And tears
we shall be at the end.
Ah, now, but you don't really
turn to tears, now, do you?
Has age made
you forget the old ways
of enchantment?
We do it all the time.
But without the Christmas gold,
we have to stay tears forever.
Ah, yes..
Gold, gold. Give me gold.
Oh, I will. I will!
Oh? Now? Gimme!
Gimme! Gimme!
Hold! Show me how you turn to
tears first, just for a second
and I'll see Blarney
gives you his gold.
Oh, if I must!
[sobbing]
Blarney! Quick! The pine cone!
And let this pine cone
fallen from a tree planted
by St. Patrick himself
hold your wickedness down!
[Mag The Hag]
'You fooled me!
I'm trapped! Set me free!'
Now grow!
Grow to a beautiful tree!
Holds her a prisoner,
it does.
[Lord Of The Leprechauns]
'Keep this tree sturdy,
mind you'
'or Mag will be back
with all her powers'
seeking Christmas
gold once more.
And me troubles haven't
blowed West yet.
For Mag's spell on
my wife still holds.
I'm still alone.
Wait a minute!
When I dug up
that pine tree before..
It must have been that selfsame
banshee I set free!
Well, that..
You did what?
When I dug up
that pine tree before--
You don't have to chew
your cabbage twice.
Once is enough
to shiver me timbers
and shake me store
teeth loose.
Oh, 'tis sick I am.
[cackling]
[groaning]
'Begorra!'
I said begorra!
I never say begorra!
There's something in that tea.
She's bewitched it!
Yes! He he he..
With the potion
of generosity!
Blast you, Mag!
Soon it will make you give
everything away!
Gold?
Please..
Yes, no, yes, no!
But.. No!
However, come to think of it..
I...give...
all...my...gold...
To you, Dinty Doyle!
What?!
Owww!
No! No! You can't--
Ha-ha! That topped you!
Never try
to out-blarney a Blarney!
The gold's yours, lad.
Never let her have it!
Promise me now, on your
dear mother's name!
I promise.
Take heed, Dinty Doyle.
Give me that gold before
Christmas or you're doomed!
But you cant.
You cant do that!
Remember your promise!
Alright!
Just let me find me ship and get
away from this place for good!
My boat..
It's gone!
The storm must have blown
it out to sea!
Now what?
[sobbing at distance]
Sobs? Do I hear crying?
Help! Help!
There, there now, lass.
Where did you come from?
The sea. I was shipwrecked.
You too?
My name's Dinty.
What's yours?
Colleen.
And why do you sob so?
For the others that went
down in the briny.
Can you cheer me, Dinty?
I'll do me best.
Shall I tell you
about the creatures
abounding on
this fairy isle?
The leprechauns?
So here I am
with all the gold
and I don't know
what to do with it.
Well I'd know
what to do with it.
Give it to me,
and I'll have the leprechauns
build a ship
and take it back to Ireland.
Would you now?
And couldn't the poor folks
in Kilarney
have a time with it?
You're right!
A wonderful idea!
And the leprechauns would be
there to distribute it!
Sure and I can see it all now!
♪ Christmas in Kilarney
Is wonderful to see ♪
♪ Listen to my story
And I'll take you back with me ♪
♪ The holly green
The ivy green ♪
♪ The prettiest picture
You've ever seen ♪
♪ Is Christmas in Kilarney
With all the folks at home ♪
♪ It's nice you know
To kiss your beau ♪
♪ While cuddling
Under the mistletoe ♪
♪ And Santa Claus
You know of course ♪
♪ Is one of the boys
From home ♪
♪ The door is always open
The neighbors pay a call ♪
♪ And Father John
Before he's gone ♪
♪ Will bless the house
And all ♪
♪ How grand it feels
To click your heels ♪
♪ And join in the fun
Of the jigs and reels ♪
♪ I'm handing you no blarney
The likes you've never known ♪
♪ Is Christmas in Kilarney
With all of the folks at home ♪
♪ Oh, Christmas in Kilarney
With all the folks at home ♪
What a magnificent idea, girl.
And that's what you'd
do with it?
To the last nugget!
Then the gold is yours!
Really?
Well, I know you're joyful girl.
But such laughter--
And you're crying too.
Tears of joy, are they?
[cackling]
Those tears! You!
And the gold
is finally mine!
I take it back!
I won't let ye!
Stop!
You've done all you can for me,
Dinty Doyle.
You deserve a rest!
So sleep the sleep
of a hundred Christmases.
Now!
Ha ha ha, he he he..
Oh, lad, I warned you
to watch for the banshee tears!
Disguised herself
as a young girl, you say?
Aye. The same
as she disguised herself..
Ah, what's the use.
I'll finish your speech.
The same as she disguised
herself as me angel.
I see it all now
more's the pity.
Faye, do you
mean to tell me..?
I'm sorry, husband..
For being so headstrong
and foolish.
Oh and so am I, wife..
For putting gold ahead
of the love I've always felt.
Love?
Could you love me
once again, for Christmas?
Aye, and for all the dark days
that went before
and the golden ones
that follow.
Oh, look!
So beautiful!
Can I believe me eyes?
What is it?
[Dinty]
'Why, it's a rainbow,
of course. Ha ha.'
Don't tell me I have to explain
rainbows to leprechauns.
Bless my soul, Dinty.
If you weren't dead, I'd say
you were looking wonderful!
Not dead, me friends,
but in a sleep of darkness
and then awakened by a light..
'A light born of a love
that never really d*ed.'
[cackling]
The gold! It's mine at last!
No! No! Christmas morning!
Too late! Too late!
[instrumental music]
Glory be, 'tis a miracle.
A Christmas miracle.
Well, if you're
going to have one
Christmas is as good
a time as any.
And will you look what's being
guided to us
by the other end
of the rainbow!
'It's my ship!
'Tis the "Belle of Erin"'
'waiting to take a cargo
of gold and shoes'
'and leprechauns back home!'
Just think, me love
homeward bound for Ireland!
Oh, Christmas..
You might have had some help
from a couple of Patricks
but you've surely outdone
yourself this year!
Leprechauns' Christmas Gold, The (1981)
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