[Intro] D G D Bm D G A DD G The last time I saw you was down at the GreeksD G Bm There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeksD G You sang me a song as pure as the breezeD G A on a road leading up Glena veighD G I sat for a while at the cross at FinnoeD G Bm Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloomD G Heard the men coming home from the fair at Shin roneD G A D Their hearts in Tippe rary wherever they goD G A Take my hand, and dry your tears babeD G A Take my hand, forget your fears babeD G A There's no pain, there's no more sorrowD G A D They're all gone, gone in the years babe( D G D Bm D G A D )D G I sat for a while by the gap in the wallD G Bm Found a rusty tin can and an old hurley ballD G Heard the cards being dealt, and the rosary calledD G A And a fiddle playing Sean Dun na nGallD G And the next time I see you we'll be down at the GreeksD G Bm There'll be whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeksD G For it's stupid to laugh and it's useless to bawlD G A D About a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball( D G D Bm D G A D )( G D G D G D A )( G D G D G D A )( D G D Bm D G A D )D G A Take my hand, and dry your tears babeD G A Take my hand, forget your fears babeD G A There's no pain, there's no more sorrowD G A D They're all gone, gone in the years babeD G A So I walked as the day was dawningD G A Where small birds sang and leaves were fallingD G A Where we once watched the row boats landingD G A D By the broad majestic Shannon( D G D Bm D G A D )( D G D Bm D G A D )
The Broad Majestic Shannon
The Pogues
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