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

At the time Uncle Benjy was a policeman in
And me father the youngest, 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 this dirty old ground
For a few pints of porter and the of a pound
sure maybe there's something you'll learn or see
And you can bring it home make it easy on me

So I landed at and a big yellow taxi
Carried me and me through the streets and the rain
Well me poor was thumpin around with excitement
And I hardly even what the driver was sayin
We in the Shore Parkway to the faltlands of Brooklyn
To me Uncle's on East 53rd
I was feeling so happy I was humming a song and I "You're as free as a bird"

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

So I went to Nellies Fordham road and i started to learn about lifting the load
But the heaviest thing that I 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 poor wasted of me father

I sold up the oul farmyard for what it was worth and my bag stuck
A handful of then I boarded a train and I caught me a plane
And I found meself back in the US
It's 22yrs since
set foot in Dublin
Me kids know to use the correct knife and
But I'll never forget the green grass and the
As I keep law and order in the of New York.

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