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 A Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom D G Heard the men coming home from the fair at Shinrone D G A 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 D G I sat for a while by the gap in the wall D G Bm Found a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball A D G Heard the cards being dealt, and the rosary called D G A And a fiddle playing Sean Dun na nGall D G And the next time I see you we'll be down at the Greeks D G Bm There'll be whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks D G For it's stupid to laugh and it's useless to bawl D G A About a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball D G D Bm D G A D G D G D G D G A D G D Bm D G A D 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 D G So I walked as day was dawning D G Bm Where small birds sang and leaves were falling A D G Where we once watched the row boats landing D G A By the broad majestic Shannon D G D Bm D G A D D G D Bm D G A D
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