Lirik Lagu Streets Of New York - Wolfe Tones
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I was eighteen years oldwhen I went down to Dublin,With a fistfull of moneyand a cartload of dreams,Take your timesaid me father,Stop rushing like hell,And remember all is notwhat it seems to be,For theres fellas would cut yefor the coat on yer back,Or the watch that ye gotfrom yer mother,So take care me young buck-oAnd mind yourself well,And will ye give this wee noteto me brother.
At the time Uncle BenjyWas a policeman in Brooklyn,And me father the youngestLooked after the farm,When a phonecall from Americasaid 'Send the lad over',Well the ould fella said'It wouldn't do any harm',For I spent me life workingthis dirty old ground,For a few pints of porterand the smell of a pound,And sure maybe theres somethingyou learn loyalty,And you can bring it back home,Make a duty on me .
So I landed at Kennedy,and a big yellow taxiCarried me and me bagsthrough the streets and the rain,Well me poor heart was thumpinaround with excitement,And I hardly ever heardwhat the driver was saying,We came in the Shore Parkwayto the Flatlands of Brooklyn,To my Uncles apartmenton East 53rd,I was fellin so happyI was hummin a song,And I sang,Youre as free as a bird'.
Well to shorten the storywhat I found out that day,Was that Benjy got shot downin an uptown foray,And while I was flyinmy way to New York,Poor Benjy was lyingin a cold city morgue,Well I phoned up the ould fellatold him the news,I could tell he could hardlystand up in his shoes,And he wept as he said'Go ahead with the plan',And not to forgetbe a proud Irishman.
So I went up to Nelliesbeside Fordham Road,And I started to learnabout lifting the load,But the heaviest thingI carried that year,Was the bitte
At the time Uncle BenjyWas a policeman in Brooklyn,And me father the youngestLooked after the farm,When a phonecall from Americasaid 'Send the lad over',Well the ould fella said'It wouldn't do any harm',For I spent me life workingthis dirty old ground,For a few pints of porterand the smell of a pound,And sure maybe theres somethingyou learn loyalty,And you can bring it back home,Make a duty on me .
So I landed at Kennedy,and a big yellow taxiCarried me and me bagsthrough the streets and the rain,Well me poor heart was thumpinaround with excitement,And I hardly ever heardwhat the driver was saying,We came in the Shore Parkwayto the Flatlands of Brooklyn,To my Uncles apartmenton East 53rd,I was fellin so happyI was hummin a song,And I sang,Youre as free as a bird'.
Well to shorten the storywhat I found out that day,Was that Benjy got shot downin an uptown foray,And while I was flyinmy way to New York,Poor Benjy was lyingin a cold city morgue,Well I phoned up the ould fellatold him the news,I could tell he could hardlystand up in his shoes,And he wept as he said'Go ahead with the plan',And not to forgetbe a proud Irishman.
So I went up to Nelliesbeside Fordham Road,And I started to learnabout lifting the load,But the heaviest thingI carried that year,Was the bitte
