###----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------###This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the ###song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. ###------------------------------------------------------------------------------###From: HISCAP@LUSTA.LATROBE.EDU.AU (PERRETT,Andrew)##The Broad Majestic Shannon The Pogues#D GThe last time I saw you was down at the GreeksD G BmThere was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeksA D GYou sang me a song as pure as the breezeD G Aon a road leading up GlenaveighD GI sat for a while at the cross at FinnoeD G BmWhere young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloomA D GHeard the men coming home from the fair at ShinroneD G A DTheir hearts in Tipperary wherever they goD G ATake my hand, and dry your tears babeD G ATake my hand, forget your fears babeD G AThere's no pain, there's no more sorrowD G AThey're all gone, gone in the years babeI sat for a while by the gap in the wallFound a rusty tin can and an old hurley ballHeard the cards being dealt, and the rosary calledAnd a fiddle playing Sean Dun na nGallAnd the next time I see you we'll be down at the GreeksThere'll be whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeksFor it's stupid to laugh and it's useless to bawlAbout a rusty tin can and an old hurley ballD G ASo I walked as the day was dawningD G AWhere small birds sang and leaves were fallingD G AWhere we once watched the row boats landingD G A DBy the broad majestic ShannonD G D Bm D G A D
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