Broad Majestic Shannon - T. Duggins

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 
There's no pain, there's no more sorrow 
They're 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 we'll be down at the Greeks 
There'll be whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks 
For it's stupid to laugh and it's 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