The Pogues - The Broad Majestic Shannon - HD Audio & Video Remaster

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 that was pure as the breeze On a road leading up 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 ’Bout a rusty tin can and an old hurley