D G D The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks D G Bm There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks D G You sang me a song as pure as the breeze D G A 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 from the fair at Shinrone Their hearts in Tipperary wherever they go Chorus: D G A Take my hand, and dry your tears babe D G A Take my hand, forget your fears babe D G A There's no pain, there's no more sorrow D G A 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 DΓΊn na Gall And then next time I see you, we'll 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 ball Chorus So I walked as day was dawning Where small birds sang and leaves were falling Where we once watched the rowboats landing On the broad majestic Shannon | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Bm D G |