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

At the Uncle Benjy was a policeman in Brooklyn
And me father the youngest, looked the farm
When a from America said
'Send the lad
And the oul fella said wouldn't do any harm' for I've spent me life working this dirty old ground
For a few pints of porter and the of a pound
sure maybe there's something you'll learn or see
And you can bring it back 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 with excitement
And I even heard what the driver was sayin
We came in the Shore Parkway to the 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 I found out that day was that Benjy was shot down in an uptown foray and while I was flying my way to New York
Poor Benjy was lying in a city morgue.
Well I phoned up the old told him the news
I could tell he
Hardly stand up in his shoes and he as he told me
'Go ahead the plans
And not to be a proud Irish man'

So I went to Nellies beside Fordham and i started 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 poor face of me father

I sold up the oul farmyard for what it was worth and into my bag
A handful of earth then I boarded a and I caught 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 correct knife and
But I'll never the green grass and the rivers
As I law and order in the streets of New York.