The Streets of New York-St. Patrick's Day Songs

[ti:The Streets of New York] [ar:St. Patrick's Day Songs] [al:St Patrick's Day Songs - I Am Ireland] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Streets of New York - St. Patrick's Day Songs [00:08.30]I was 18yrs old when [00:10.71]I went down to dublin with a fistful [00:13.11]Of money and a cartload of dreams [00:15.73] [00:17.07]Take your time said me father [00:19.10]Stop rushing like hell and remember all is not what it seems to be [00:24.77] [00:26.46]For there's fellas that would cut ye for the coat on yer back [00:29.90] [00:30.67]Or the watch that you got from your mother so take care me old bucko [00:35.87]And mind yourself well give this wee note to me brother [00:41.30] [00:42.49]At the time uncle benjy was a policeman in brooklyn [00:46.14] [00:46.74]And me father the youngest looked after the farm [00:49.92] [00:51.55]When a phonecall from america said [00:53.61]'Send the lad over' [00:55.85]You fella said 'sure wouldn't do [00:58.17]Any harm' spent me life working this dirty old ground [01:04.29] [01:04.82]For a few pints of porter and the smell of a pound [01:08.16] [01:08.83]And sure maybe there's something you'll learn or you'll see [01:12.86]You can bring it back home make it easy on me [01:16.39] [01:26.07]So i landed in kennedy and a big yellow taxi [01:30.07]Carried me and me bags through the streets and the rain [01:33.86] [01:35.53]My poor heart was thumpin around with excitement [01:38.73] [01:39.61]And i hardly even heard what the driver was sayin [01:42.83] [01:44.45]We came in the shore parkway to the faltlands of brooklyn [01:48.19] [01:48.78]To me uncle's apartment on east 53rd [01:52.22] [01:53.44]I was feeling so happy i was humming a song and [01:58.17]I sang you're as free as a bird [02:00.72] [02:01.93]To shorten the story what [02:03.66]I found out that day was that [02:06.33]Benjy got shot down in an uptown foray [02:09.24] [02:10.23]And while i was flying my way to new york [02:13.97]Poor benjy was lying in a cold city morgue [02:17.31] [02:19.29]I phoned up the old fella told him the news [02:22.65] [02:23.53]Tell he could [02:24.31]Hardly stand up in his shoes and he wept as he told me [02:29.28]'Go ahead with the plans [02:31.45]And not to forget be a proud irish man' [02:35.13] [03:17.61]So i went to nellies beside fordham road [03:20.91] [03:21.99]And i started to learn about lifting the load [03:25.10] [03:26.90]But the heaviest thing that i carried that year [03:30.24] [03:30.78]Was the bittersweet thought of my hometown so dear [03:34.56] [03:36.10]I went home that december 'cause the oul fella died [03:39.63] [03:40.20]Had to borrow the money from phil on the side [03:43.98] [03:45.75]All the brught flowers and brass couldn't hide [03:48.89] [03:49.88]The poor wasted face of me father [03:53.70]I sold up the oul farmyard for what it was worth [03:57.40] [03:58.00]And into my bag stuck [03:59.61]A handful of earth then i boarded a train and i caught me a plane [04:06.63] [04:07.24]And i found meself back in the us again [04:10.54] [04:11.82]It's been 22yrs since [04:13.98]I've set foot in dublin [04:16.49]Me kids know to use the correct knife and fork [04:20.95] [04:22.95]But i'll never forget the green grass and the rivers [04:27.36]As i keep law and order in the streets of new york