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I was 18yrs old
I went down to with a fistful
Of money and a cartload of
"Take your time" said me
Stop rushing like and remember all is not what it seems to be
For fellas that would cut ye for the coat on yer back
or the watch 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 father the youngest, after the farm
a phonecall from America 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 porter and the smell of a
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 yellow
me and me bags through the streets and the rain
Well me heart was thumpin around with excitement
And I hardly even heard what the driver was
We came in the Shore Parkway to the of Brooklyn
To me apartment on East 53rd
I was feeling so I was humming a song 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
Benjy was lying in a cold city morgue.
Well I phoned up the old fella him the news
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 man'

So I to Nellies beside Fordham road and i started to learn about lifting the load
But the heaviest thing that I carried that
Was the thought of my hometown so dear
I went home December 'cause the oul fella died
Had to borrow the money Phil on the side
And all the bright and brass couldn't hide
The wasted face 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 and I caught me a plane
And I meself back in the US again
It's 22yrs since
I've set foot in
Me kids 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.