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 Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom A D G Heard the men coming home from the fair at Shinrone D G A D 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 Thereʼs no pain, thereʼs no more sorrow D G A Theyʼre 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 weʼll be down at the Greeks Thereʼll be whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks For itʼs stupid to laugh and itʼs useless to bawl About a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball D G A So I walked as the day was dawning D G A Where small birds sang and leaves were falling D G A Where we once watched the row boats landing D G A D By the broad majestic Shannon D G D Bm D G A D
