Under the shadow of Liberty's gaze A ship full of men, strange alien ways Maloney arrived, he was fresh off the boat With a head full of dreams and a rock in this throat A hope in his heart for a brand new start To leave the Old Country behind him
Out on the esplenade at Brooklyn Heights With a view of the bridge and the city of lights Maloney worked hard at making his name So far from the docks and the furnace's flame And the barrowman's stall and the union call To leave the old country behind him
in the dead of the night on the Williamsburg Bridge A meeting arranged at Canal & Eldridge Maloney conspired with men in the cold They spoke in a language 3,000 years old Of the chances they'd take and the money they'd make They would leave the old country behind them
From the edge of the Bowery to Union Square Errands were run of a dubious air Maloney looked sharp in his tailor-made suit A neighbourhood hero of honest repute
Out in the sun and the snow and grit He promised again that he'd make it legit He thought of those days when he'd traded in schmutter With his brains and his chutzpah he'd avoided the gutter From ambitions to wealth, raise a glass to good health We will leave the old country behind us