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The Streets of New York - Wild Colonial Bhoys
I was 18yrs old when
I went down to dublin with a fistful
Of money and a cartload of dreams
Take your time said me father
Stop rushing like hell and remember
All is not what it seems to be
For there's fellas that would cut ye for
The coat on yer back
Or the watch that you got from your mother
So take care me young bucko
And mind yourself well and give this
Wee note to me brother
At the time uncle benjy was a policeman in brooklyn
And me father the youngest looked after the farm
When a phonecall from america said
Send the lad over
And the oul fella said sure wouldn't do any harm for
I've spent my life working this dirty old ground
For a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound
Sure maybe there's something you'll learn or you'll see
And you can bring it back home make it easy on me
So I landed at kennedy and a big yellow taxi
Carried me and me bags through the streets and the rain
Well me poor heart was thumpin around with excitement
And I hardly even heard what the driver was saying
We came in the shore parkway to the faltlands of brooklyn
To my uncle's apartment on the east 53rd
I was feeling so happy 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 flying my way to new york
Poor benjy was lying in a cold city morgue
Well I phoned up the old fella told him the news
I could tell he could
Hardly stand up in his shoes and he wept as he told me
Go ahead with the plans
And not to forget be a proud irish man
So I went to nellies beside fordham road and I started
To learn about lifting the load
But the heaviest thing that I carried that year
Was the bittersweet thoughts of my hometown so dear
I went home that december cause the oul fella died
Had to borrow the money from phil on the side
And all the bright flowers and brass couldn't hide
The poor wasted face of me father
I sold up the oul farmyard for what
It was worth and into my bag stuck
A handful of earth then
I caught me a train or the plane
And I found meself back in the us again
It's been 22yrs since
I've set foot in dubling
Me kids know to use the correct knife and fork
But I'll never forget the green grass and the rivers
As I keep law and order in the streets of new york
