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This karaoke version has been produced by Zoom Karaoke and the recording rights are owned and controlled by Zoom Entertainments Limited - Song lyrics: I WAS EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD WHEN I WENT DOWN TO DUBLIN WITH A FISTFUL OF MONEY AND A CARTLOAD 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 YER FOR THE COAT ON YOUR BACK OR THE WATCH THAT YER GOT FROM YOUR MOTHER SO, TAKE CARE ME YOUNG BUCK-O AND MIND YOURSELF WELL AND WILL YER GIVE THIS WEE NOTE TO ME BROTHER AT THE TIME, UNCLE BENJY WAS A POLICEMAN IN BROOKLYN AND ME FATHER, THE YOUNGEST LOOKED AFTER THE FARM WHEN A PHONECALL FROM AMERICA SAID, SEND THE LAD OVER AND THE OLD FELLA SAID SURE, IT WOULDN’T DO ANY HARM FOR I’VE SPENT MY 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 AND 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 SAYING WE CAME IN THE SHORE PARKWAY TO THE FLATLANDS IN BROOKLYN TO MY UNCLE’S APARTMENT ON THE EAST FIFTY-THIRD I WAS FEELIN’ SO HAPPY I WAS HUMMIN’ 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 BENJY GOT SHOT DOWN IN AN UPTOWN FORAY AND WHILE I WAS FLYIN’ MY WAY TO NEW YORK POOR BENJY WAS LYING IN A COLD CITY MORGUE WELL, I PHONED UP THE OLD FELLA 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 NELLIE’S BESIDE FORDHAM ROAD AND I STARTED TO LEARN ABOUT LIFTING THE LOAD BUT THE HEAVIEST THING THAT I CARRIED THAT YEAR WAS THE BITTERSWEET THOUGHTS OF MY HOMETOWN SO DEAR I WENT HOME THAT DECEMBER ’CAUSE THE OLD FELLA DIED HAD TO BORROW THE MONEY FROM PHIL 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 NAH-NAH-NAH, NAH-NAH-NAH NAH-NAH NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH NAH-NAH NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH NAH-NAH-NAH, NAH-NAH-NAH NAH-NAH NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH NAH-NAH NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH
