The Broad Majestic Shannon

The Broad Majestic Shannon—The Pogues
The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks
There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
You sang me a song as pure as the breeze
Blowing up the road to 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 home from the fair at shinrone
Their hearts in tipperary wherever they go
Take my hand, and dry your tears babe
Take my hand, forget your fears babe

Theres no pain, theres no more sorrow

Theyre 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 well be down at the Greeks
Therell be whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
For its stupid to laugh and its useless to bawl
About a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball

So I walked as day was dawning
Where small birds sang and leaves were falling

Where we once watched the row boats landing

By the broad majestic shannon