Tonart: Bb major•
Intro 1
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Cm
Dm
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F
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Verse 1
Bb
Cm
I was eighteen years old
Dm
Eb
When I went down to Dublin
Bb
Gm
With a fistfull of money
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F
F
And a cartload of dreams
Dm
Eb
Stop rushing like hell
Bb
Gm
And remember all is not
F
Bb
What it seems to be
F
Gm
For there's fellas would cut ye
Eb
Bb
For the coat on yer back
Eb
Gm
Or the watch that ye got
Bb
Cm
So take care me young buck-o
Dm
Eb
And mind yourself well
Bb
F
And will ye give this wee note
Verse 2
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At the time Uncle Benjy
Eb
Bb
Was a policeman in Brooklyn
F
And me father the youngest
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F
Looked after the farm
Bb
Cm
When a phonecall from America
Dm
Eb
Said 'Send the lad over'
Bb
Gm
And the old fella said
F
Bb
'Sure it wouldn't do any harm'
Eb
F
For I spent me life working
Bb
This dirty old ground
Eb
F
For a few pints of porter
Bb
And the the smell of a pound
Bb
Cm
And sure maybe there's something
Dm
Eb
You learn loyalty
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Gm
And you can bring it back home
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Bb
Eb
Bb
F
Make it easy on me
Verse 3
Bb
Cm
So I landed at Kennedy
Dm
Eb
And a big yellow taxi
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Gm
Carried me and me bags
Eb
F
F
Through the streets and the rain
Bb
Cm
Well me poor heart was thumpin'
Dm
Eb
Around with excitement
Bb
Gm
And I hardly even heard
F
Bb
What the driver was saying
F
Gm
We came in the Shore Parkway
Eb
Bb
To the Flatlands in Brooklyn
Eb
Gm
To my Uncles apartment
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F
On East 53rd
Bb
Cm
I was fellin' so happy
Dm
Eb
I was hummin' a song
Bb
F
Bb
And I sang you're as free as a bird'
Verse 4
F
Well to shorten the story
Eb
Bb
What I found out that day
F
Was that Benjy got shot down
Eb
Bb
In an uptown foray
Cm
And while I was flyin'
Dm
Eb
My way to New York
Bb
Gm
Poor Benjy was lying
F
Bb
In a cold city morgue
Eb
F
Well I phoned up the old fella
Eb
F
I could tell he could hardly
Bb
Stand up in his shoes
Bb
Cm
And he wept as he told me
Dm
Eb
'Go ahead with the plan'
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Gm
And not to forget
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Bb
Eb
Bb
G
Be a proud Irirshman
Verse 5
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Dm
So I went up to Nellies
Em
F
Beside Fordham Road
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Am
And I started to learn
F
G
About lifting the load
C
Dm
But the heaviest thing
Em
F
That I carried that year
C
Am
Was the bittersweet thoughts
G
C
Of my hometown so dear
G
Am
I went home that Decem ber
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C
'Cause the old fella died
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Am
Had to borrow the money
G
From a fellow on the side
C
Dm
And all the bright flowers
Em
F
And brass couldn't hide
C
G
C
The poor wasted face of me father
Verse 6
G
I sold up the old farmyard
F
C
For what it was worth
F
G
Stuck a handful of earth
C
Dm
Then I boarded a train
Em
F
And I caught me a plane
C
Am
G
C
And I found myself back In the US again
F
G
Its been twenty two years
C
Since I set foot in Dublin
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G
Me kids know to use
C
The correct knife and fork
C
Dm
But I'll never forget
Em
F
The green grass and the rivers
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Am
As I keep law and order
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C
F
C
G
On the streets of New York
Outro 1
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G
na na-na na
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na na-na na
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