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I was 18yrs old
I went to Dublin with a fistful
Of money and a of dreams
"Take your time" me father
Stop like 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 your mother so take care me young bucko
And mind yourself well and ya give this wee note to me brother

At the time Uncle Benjy was a in Brooklyn
And me father the youngest, looked the farm
When a from America said
the lad over'
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 of a pound
maybe there's something you'll learn or you'll see
And you can bring it back make it easy on me

So I landed at Kennedy and a big yellow
Carried me and me bags the streets and the rain
Well me poor heart was thumpin around excitement
And I even heard what the driver was sayin
We came in the Shore to the faltlands of Brooklyn
To me Uncle's on East 53rd
I was feeling so happy I was humming a song and I "You're as free as a bird"

Well to shorten the story what I found out that day was that Benjy was down in an uptown foray and while I was flying my way to New York
Poor was lying in a cold city morgue.
I phoned up the old fella told him the news
I could he could
Hardly up in his shoes and he wept as he told me
'Go ahead with the
And not to be a proud Irish man'

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

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