Текст песни The Streets of New York - The Wolfe Tones
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
fellows
would
cut
you
for
the
coat
on
your
back
Or
the
watch
that
you
got
from
your
mother
So
take
care
me
young
buck-o
and
mind
yourself
well
And
will
you
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
phone
call
from
America
said
'Send
the
lad
over′
And
the
ould
fella
said
sure
it
wouldn't
do
any
harm
For
I
spoent
my
life
working
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
or
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
my
bags
through
the
streets
and
the
rain
Well
my
poor
heart
was
pumping
around
with
excitement
And
I
hardly
even
heard
what
the
driver
was
saying
We
came
in
the
short
parkway
to
the
flatlands
in
Brooklyn
To
my
uncle's
apartment
on
East
53rd
I
was
feeling
so
happy
I
was
humming
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
in
a
downtown
foray
And
while
I
was
flyng
my
way
to
New
York
Poor
Benjy
was
lying
in
a
cold
city
morgue
Well
I
phoned
up
the
ould
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
to
be
a
proud
Irishman
So
I
went
up
to
Nelly's
beside
Fordham
Road
And
I
started
to
learn
about
lifting
the
load
But
the
healthiest
thing
that
I
carried
that
year
Was
the
bitter
sweet
thoughts
of
my
home
town
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
grass
couldn't
hide
The
poor
wasted
face
of
my
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
set
foot
in
Dublin
The
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
1 Come out Ye Black and Tans
2 The Shores of Botany Bay
3 Boston Rose
4 In Belfast
5 The Foggy Dew
6 Sean South of Garryowen
7 Slieve Na Mban
8 Some Say the Devil Is Dead
9 Give Me Your Hand
10 Thank God for America
11 Janey Mac I'm Nearly 40
12 Amhrainn Na Bhfiann
13 Hot Asphalt
14 Celtic Symphony
15 You'll Never Beat The Irish - World Cup
16 God Save Ireland
17 Let the People Sing
18 Boys of the Old Brigade
19 You'll Never Beat the Irish
20 Kevin Barry
21 The Streets of New York
22 The Helicopter Song
23 The Merry Ploughboy
24 We Are the Irish
25 Paddle Your Own Canoe
26 The Broad Black Brimmer
27 Big Strong Man
28 We're On the One Road
29 Joe Mcdonnell
30 Song of Liberty
31 Rock on Rockall
32 James Connolly
33 Grace
34 A Nation Once Again
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