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

At the time Uncle Benjy was a in Brooklyn
And me father the youngest, looked after the
When a from America said
the lad over'
And the oul said '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 of a pound
sure there's 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 yellow
Carried me and me bags through the and the rain
Well me poor was thumpin around with excitement
And I hardly even heard what the driver was
We in the Shore Parkway to the faltlands of Brooklyn
To me Uncle's apartment on 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 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 fella him the news
I could tell he
Hardly stand up in his shoes and he wept as he me
'Go ahead with the
And not to be a proud Irish man'

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

I sold up the oul farmyard for what it was 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 since
I've set foot in
Me kids know to use the correct and fork
But I'll never the green grass and the rivers
As I keep law and order in the of New York.