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

At the Uncle Benjy was a policeman in Brooklyn
And me father the youngest, looked the farm
When a from America said
the lad over'
And the oul fella said 'Sure wouldn't do any harm' for I've spent me life working this old ground
For a few of porter and the smell of a pound
sure maybe 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 taxi
Carried me and me bags the streets and the rain
Well me poor was thumpin around with excitement
And I hardly even heard the driver was sayin
We came in the Parkway to the faltlands of Brooklyn
To me Uncle's apartment on 53rd
I was feeling so happy I was a song and I sang "You're as free as a bird"

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

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

I sold up the oul farmyard for it was worth and into 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 22yrs
I've set foot in
Me kids know to use the correct and fork
But I'll never forget the grass and the rivers
As I law and order in the streets of New York.