Broad Majestic Shannon Lyrics

The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on your cheeks You sang me a song as pure as the breeze On a road leading up 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 from as far as Shinrone Their hearts in Tipperary wherever they go
Take my hand and dry your tears, babe Take my hand, forget your fears, babe There's no pain, there's no more sorrow They've 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
Take my hand and dry your tears, babe Take my hand, forget your fears, babe There's no pain, there's no more sorrow They've all gone, gone in the years, babe
So I walked as day was dawning As small birds sang when leaves were falling Where we once watched the row boats landing On the broad majestic Shannon