C# F# C# A#m C# F# G# C# C# F# The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks C# F# A#m 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# A#m 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# A#m C# F# G# C#
