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I was 18yrs old
I went down to 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 that you got from your mother so take care me young bucko
And mind yourself well and will ya give this wee to me brother

At the time Benjy was a policeman 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 me life working this dirty old ground
For a few pints of porter and the smell of a
sure maybe something you'll learn or you'll see
And you can bring it 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 heart was around with excitement
And I hardly even heard what the 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 sang "You're as 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 in a cold city morgue.
I phoned up the old fella told him the news
I could tell he
Hardly up in his shoes and he wept as he told me
'Go ahead the plans
And not to forget be a proud Irish

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

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