The Streets of New York-Wild Colonial Bhoys

[ti:The Streets of New York] [ar:The Irish Band] [al:Irish Band Music: God Save Ireland] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Streets of New York - Wild Colonial Bhoys [00:08.22]I was 18yrs old when [00:10.67]I went down to dublin with a fistful [00:13.33]Of money and a cartload of dreams [00:15.74] [00:17.07]Take your time said me father [00:19.05]Stop rushing like hell and remember [00:22.13]All is not what it seems to be [00:26.46]For there's fellas that would cut ye for [00:29.01]The coat on yer back [00:30.24]Or the watch that you got from your mother [00:34.17]So take care me young bucko [00:36.41]And mind yourself well and give this [00:39.35]Wee note to me brother [00:42.29]At the time uncle benjy was a policeman in brooklyn [00:46.34]And me father the youngest looked after the farm [00:50.35] [00:51.38]When a phonecall from america said [00:53.63]Send the lad over [00:54.91]And the oul fella said sure wouldn't do any harm for [00:59.90] [01:01.00]I've spent my life working this dirty old ground [01:04.60]For a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound [01:08.52]Sure maybe there's something you'll learn or you'll see [01:12.54]And you can bring it back home make it easy on me [01:16.39] [01:25.96]So I landed at kennedy and a big yellow taxi [01:30.16]Carried me and me bags through the streets and the rain [01:33.93] [01:35.40]Well me poor heart was thumpin around with excitement [01:39.53]And I hardly even heard what the driver was saying [01:43.04] [01:44.48]We came in the shore parkway to the faltlands of brooklyn [01:47.91] [01:48.56]To my uncle's apartment on the east 53rd [01:52.42] [01:53.41]I was feeling so happy I was humming a song [01:57.37]And I sang you're as free as a bird [02:01.84]Well to shorten the story what [02:03.81]I found out that day was that [02:06.36]Benjy was shot down in an uptown foray and [02:09.74]While I was flying my way to new york [02:13.98]Poor benjy was lying in a cold city morgue [02:18.75]Well I phoned up the old fella told him the news [02:22.89]I could tell he could [02:24.23]Hardly stand up in his shoes and he wept as he told me [02:29.19]Go ahead with the plans [02:31.34]And not to forget be a proud irish man [02:35.91] [03:17.64]So I went to nellies beside fordham road and I started [03:22.29]To learn about lifting the load [03:26.00] [03:26.83]But the heaviest thing that I carried that year [03:30.77]Was the bittersweet thoughts of my hometown so dear [03:34.44] [03:36.11]I went home that december cause the oul fella died [03:40.01]Had to borrow the money from phil on the side [03:43.65] [03:45.81]And all the bright flowers and brass couldn't hide [03:49.40]The poor wasted face of me father [03:52.55] [03:53.58]I sold up the oul farmyard for what [03:56.45]It was worth and into my bag stuck [04:00.05]A handful of earth then [04:02.50]I caught me a train or the plane [04:06.94]And I found meself back in the us again [04:11.96]It's been 22yrs since [04:14.40] [04:14.95]I've set foot in dubling [04:16.26]Me kids know to use the correct knife and fork [04:22.94]But I'll never forget the green grass and the rivers [04:27.32]As I keep law and order in the streets of new york