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From: [email protected] (PERRETT,Andrew)
The Broad Majestic Shannon The Pogues
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The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks
DGBm
There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
ADG
You sang me a song as pure as the breeze
DGA
on a road leading up Glenaveigh
DG
I sat for a while at the cross at Finnoe
DGBm
Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom
ADG
Heard the men coming home from the fair at Shinrone
DGAD
Their hearts in Tipperary wherever they go
DGA
Take my hand, and dry your tears babe
DGA
Take my hand, forget your fears babe
DGA
There's no pain, there's no more sorrow
DGA
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
DGA
So I walked as the day was dawning
DGA
Where small birds sang and leaves were falling
DGA
Where we once watched the row boats landing
DGAD
By the broad majestic Shannon
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