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The Streets Of New York 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 ...
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 sayin'. We came in the Shore Parkway to the flatlands in Brooklyn. To my Uncle's apartment on East 53rd. I was feeling so happy I was humming a song.
Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer I was eighteen years old When I went down to Dublin, With a fistfull 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 ye For the coat on yer back, Or the watch that ye got From yer mother, So take care me young buck-o ...
And while I was flying my wayto New York, Poor Benjy was lying in a cold city morgue. Well, I called up my 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 Irish man.
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.
Wolfe Tones. Miscellaneous. The Streets Of New York. I was eighteen years old when I went down to Dublin. With a fistfull of money and a cartload of dreams. "Take your time," said my father, "stop rushing like Hell, And remember all's not what it seems to be. For there's fellas who'd cut you for the coat on your back,
With a fistfull of money and a cartload of dreams. "Take your time," said my father, "stop rushing like Hell, And remember all's not what it seems to be. For there's fellas who'd cut you for the coat on your back, Or that watch that you got from your mother. So take care, my young bucko, and mind yourself well.
