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From: [email protected] (PERRETT,Andrew)
The Broad Majestic Shannon The Pogues
D G D Bm D G A D
D G
The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks
D G Bm
There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
A D G
You sang me a song as pure as the breeze
D G A
on a road leading up Glenaveigh
D G
I sat for a while at the cross at Finnoe
D G Bm
Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom
A D G
Heard the men coming home from the fair at Shinrone
D G A D
Their hearts in Tipperary wherever they go
D G A
Take my hand, and dry your tears babe
D G A
Take my hand, forget your fears babe
D G A
There’s no pain, there’s no more sorrow
D G A
They’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 we’ll be down at the Greeks
There’ll be whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
For it’s stupid to laugh and it’s useless to bawl
About a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball
D G A
So I walked as the day was dawning
D G A
Where small birds sang and leaves were falling
D G A
Where we once watched the row boats landing
D G A D
By the broad majestic Shannon
D G D Bm D G A D