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I was old when
I went 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 from your so take care me young bucko
And mind yourself well and will ya this wee note to me brother

At the time Uncle Benjy was a policeman in
And me father the youngest, looked after the
When a phonecall from America
'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 of porter and the smell of a pound
sure maybe there's 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 through the streets and the
Well me poor heart was thumpin around with
And I hardly even heard the driver was sayin
We came in the Shore to the faltlands of Brooklyn
To me Uncle's apartment on 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 foray and while I was flying my way to New York
Poor Benjy was lying in a cold morgue.
Well I phoned up the old fella told him the
I could tell he
Hardly stand up in his shoes and he as he told me
'Go ahead with the
And not to forget be a proud Irish

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

I sold up the oul farmyard for it was worth and into my bag stuck
A handful of earth then I boarded a train and I me a plane
And I found back in the US again
It's been 22yrs
I've set in Dublin
Me kids know to use the knife and fork
But I'll never forget the grass and the rivers
As I keep law and in the streets of New York.