| I’ll sing you a song of days long ago
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| when people from Galway and the county Mayo
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| and all over Ireland came over to stay
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| and take up a new life in Americay
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| They were ever so happy, they were ever so sad
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| to grow old in a new world through good times and bad
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| all the parties and weddings, the ceilis and wakes
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| when New York was Irish, full of joys and heartbreaks
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| We worked on the subways, we ran the saloons
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| We built all the bridges, we played all the tunes
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| We put out the fires & controlled City Hall
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| We started with nothing & wound up with it all
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| You could travel from Kingsbridge to Queens or mid town
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| from Highbridge to Bay Ridge, from up town to down
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| from the East Side to the seaside’s sweet summer scenes---
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| we made New York City our island of dreams
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| I look at the photos now brittle with time
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| of the people I cherished when the city was mine
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| O, how I loved all those radiant smiles
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| how I long for the days when we danced in the aisles |