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I was 18yrs old
I went to Dublin with a fistful
Of money and a cartload of
"Take your time" me father
Stop rushing like hell and all is not what it seems to be
For there's fellas that would cut ye for the on yer back
or the watch that you got from your mother so take care me bucko
And mind yourself well and will ya give this wee note to me

At the time Uncle Benjy was a in Brooklyn
And me the youngest, looked after the farm
a phonecall from America said
'Send the lad
And the oul fella said 'Sure wouldn't do any harm' for I've spent me life working this dirty old
For a few pints of and the smell of a pound
sure maybe there's something learn or you'll see
And you can bring it back home it easy on me

So I landed at and a big yellow taxi
Carried me and me bags the streets and the rain
Well me poor heart was around with excitement
And I even heard what the driver was sayin
We came in the Shore Parkway to the of Brooklyn
To me Uncle's apartment on East
I was feeling so I was humming a song and I sang "You're as free as a bird"

Well to shorten the story what I found out that day was that Benjy was shot down in an uptown foray and I was flying my way to New York
Poor Benjy was in a cold city morgue.
I phoned up the old fella told him the news
I could he could
Hardly stand up in his shoes and he as he told me
'Go ahead the plans
And not to be a proud Irish man'

So I went to Nellies beside Fordham road and i started to learn about lifting the
But the thing that I carried that year
Was the bittersweet of my hometown so dear
I home that December 'cause the oul fella died
Had to borrow the from Phil on the side
And all the bright flowers and brass couldn't
The wasted face of me father

I sold up the oul for what it was worth and into my bag stuck
A handful of earth then I boarded a train and I caught me a
And I found meself in the US again
It's 22yrs since
I've set in Dublin
Me kids to use the correct knife and fork
But never forget the green grass and the rivers
As I law and order in the streets of New York.