STREETS OF NEW YORK (Liam Reilly) I was eighteen years old when I went down to Dublin With a fist full of money and a cart load 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 would cut ya, for the coat on your back Or the watch that you got from your mother So take care me young bucko, and mind yourself well And will you give this wee note to me brother" At the time uncle Benji was a policeman in Brooklyn And me father, the youngest, looked after farm When a phone call from America said "Send the lad over" And the ould fella said "Sure it wouldn't do any harm For I've spent me life workin' this dirty old ground For a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound And 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 sayin' We came in the Shore Parkway to the Flatlands in Brooklyn To my uncle's apartment on 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 Benji got shot down in an uptown foray And while I was flying my way to New York, Poor Benji was lying in a cold city morgue Well I phoned up the ould fella, and 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 plan And not to forget, be a proud Irishman" So I went up to Nelly's, beside Fordham Road And I started to learn about lifting the load But the heaviest thing that I carried that year Was the bitter sweet thoughts of my home town so dear I went home that December, 'cause the ould fella died Had to borrow the money from a fella on the side And all the bright flowers and brass couldn't hide The poor wasted face of me father I sold up the old farmyard for what it was worth And into my bag, stuck a handful of earth Then I boarded a train and I caught me a plane And I found myself back in the U. S. again It's been twenty two years since I've set foot in Dublin 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
I had the pleasure of singing this last year for the parents of the author, Liam Reilly, in the Town Hall, Dundalk. Regards Mick Bracken
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