C F C Am C F G C C F The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks C F Am There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks G C F You sang me a song as pure as the breeze C F G on a road leading up Glenaveigh C F I sat for a while at the cross at Finnoe C F Am Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom G C F Heard the men coming home from the fair at Shinrone C F G C Their hearts in Tipperary wherever they go C F G Take my hand, and dry your tears babe C F G Take my hand, forget your fears babe C F G Thereʼs no pain, thereʼs no more sorrow C F G 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 C F G So I walked as the day was dawning C F G Where small birds sang and leaves were falling C F G Where we once watched the row boats landing C F G C By the broad majestic Shannon C F C Am C F G C
