Streets of New York The Wolfe Tones
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G a G C G D C a GGI was eighteen years a old when I Gwent down to CDublinWith a
Gfistful of e money and a a cartload of Ddreams."Take you
Gr time," said me a father, "stop Grushing like Chell,And r
Gemember all's e not what it sDeems to bGe.For there's
Dfellas who'd e cut you for the Ccoat on your Gback,Or that
Cwatch that you e got from your Dmother.So take
Gcare, me young a bucko, and Gmind yourself Cwell.And would you
Ggive this wee Dnote to me Gbrother." C G At the
Dtime, Uncle Benjy was a Cpoliceman in GBrooklyn,And me
Dfather, the youngest, looked Cafter the Dfarm.Til a
Gphone call from a America said "GSend the lad Cover."And the
G old fellae said, "Sure, t'wouldn'tD do anyG harm.C G For I've
Cspent me life Dworking this Gdirty old groundFor a
Cfew pints of poDrter and the sGmell of a pound.And sure, ma
Gybe there's a something you'll Glearn or you'll Csee,And you can
Gbring it back e home, make it Deasier on mGe.C" G D GSo, I landed at a Kennedy, and a Gbig yellow CtaxiCarried
Gme and me e bags through the a streets and the Drain.Well, my
Gpoor heart was a thumping aGround with Cexcitement,And I
Ghardly even e heard what the dDriver was sGaying.C G We came
Din the Shore e Parkway through the Cflatlands in GBrooklyn,To me
Cuncle's ae partment on DEast 53rd.I was
Gfeeling so a happy, I was Ghumming a Csong,And I
Gsang "You're as Dfree as a Gbird." C G Well, to
Dshorten the story, what I Cfound out that GdayWas that
DBenjy got shot down in an Cuptown foDray.And
Gwhile I was a flying my Gway to New CYork,Poor
GBenjy was e lying in a Dcold city Gmorgue.Well, I called
Cup my old fella, Dtold him the Gnews.I could
Ctell he could hardly stand Dup in his Gshoes.And he
Gwept as he a told me go aGhead with the Cplan,And
Gnot to fe orget, be a Dproud Irish Gman.C G E So, I
Awent up to h Nellie's becisside Fordham DRoad,And I
Astarted to fislearn about h lifting the Eload.But the
Aheaviest h thing that I ciscarried that DyearWas the
Abittersweet fisthoughts of my Ehometown so Adear.I went
Ehome that fisDecember cause my Dold fella Adied.I had to
Dborrow the fismoney from EPhil on the side.And
Aall the bright h flowers and cisbrass couldn't DhideThe
Apoor, wasted Eface of me Afather.I sold
Eup the old Dfarmyard for Awhat it was worth,And i
Ento my bag stuck a Dhandful of Eearth.Then I
Aboarded a h train and I ciscaught me a Dplane,And I
Afound myself fisback in the EU.S. Aagain.It's been
Dtwenty-two Eyears since I Aset foot in Dublin.My
Dkids know to Euse the Acorrect knife and fork.But I'll
Anever h forget the green cisgrass and the Drivers,As I
Akeep law and fisorder in the Estreets of New AYoDrkA E ANa,na,na h na,na,na, cisna,na,na,na,Dna,na,na,Na,
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