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The last time i saw you was down at the greeks
there was whiskey on sunday and tears on our cheeks
you sang me a song as pure as the breeze
blowing up the road to glenaveigh
i sat for a while at the cross at finnoe
where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom
heard the men coming home from the fair at shinrone
their hearts in tipperary wherever they go
Take my hand, and dry your tears babe
take my hand, forget your fears babe
thereand's no pain, thereand's no more sorrow
theyand're all gone, gone in the years babe
I sat for a while by the gap in the wall
found a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball
heard the cards being dealt, and the rosary called
and a fiddle playing sean dun na ngall
and the next time i see you weand'll be down at the greeks
thereand'll be whiskey on sunday and tears on our cheeks
for itand's stupid to laugh and itand's useless to bawl
about a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball
So i walked as day was dawning
where small birds sang and leaves were falling
where we once watched the row boats landing
by the broad majestic shannon
The Pogues
The Broad Majestic Shannon
The Broad Majestic Shannon
The last time i saw you was down at the greeks
there was whiskey on sunday and tears on our cheeks
you sang me a song as pure as the breeze
blowing up the road to glenaveigh
i sat for a while at the cross at finnoe
where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom
heard the men coming home from the fair at shinrone
their hearts in tipperary wherever they go
Take my hand, and dry your tears babe
take my hand, forget your fears babe
thereand's no pain, thereand's no more sorrow
theyand're all gone, gone in the years babe
I sat for a while by the gap in the wall
found a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball
heard the cards being dealt, and the rosary called
and a fiddle playing sean dun na ngall
and the next time i see you weand'll be down at the greeks
thereand'll be whiskey on sunday and tears on our cheeks
for itand's stupid to laugh and itand's useless to bawl
about a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball
So i walked as day was dawning
where small birds sang and leaves were falling
where we once watched the row boats landing
by the broad majestic shannon
