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I was old when
I went down to with a fistful
Of money and a cartload of
"Take time" said me father
Stop like hell and remember 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 so take care me young bucko
And mind yourself well and ya give this wee note to me brother

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

So I landed at Kennedy and a big yellow
Carried me and me bags through the streets and the
me poor heart was thumpin around with excitement
And I hardly even heard what the was sayin
We came in the Parkway to the faltlands of Brooklyn
To me Uncle's on East 53rd
I was feeling so happy I was humming a 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 while I was my way to New York
Poor Benjy was lying in a cold morgue.
Well I up the old fella told him the news
I could tell he
Hardly stand up in his shoes and he wept as he me
'Go ahead with the
And not to forget be a proud man'

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

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