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From: HISCAP@LUSTA.LATROBE.EDU.AU (PERRETT,Andrew)

The Broad Majestic Shannon        The Pogues

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    D (xx0232@1)                                 GThe (320003@1)last time I saw you was down at the Greeks
          D (xx0232@1)                   G (320003@1)          BmThere (x24432@1)was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
A (x02220@1) D (xx0232@1)                           GYou (320003@1)sang me a song as pure as the breeze
     D (xx0232@1)          G (320003@1)     Aon (x02220@1)a road leading up Glenaveigh
  D (xx0232@1)                    GI (320003@1)sat for a while at the cross at Finnoe
            D (xx0232@1)                        G (320003@1)             BmWhere (x24432@1)young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom
A (x02220@1)   D (xx0232@1)                                      GHeard (320003@1)the men coming home from the fair at Shinrone
      D (xx0232@1)            G (320003@1)      A (x02220@1)       DTheir (xx0232@1)hearts in Tipperary wherever they go
        D (xx0232@1)                G (320003@1)   ATake (x02220@1)my hand, and dry your tears babe
        D (xx0232@1)               G (320003@1)   ATake (x02220@1)my hand, forget your fears babe
           D (xx0232@1)                   G (320003@1)AThere's (x02220@1)no pain, there's no more sorrow
            D (xx0232@1)   G (320003@1)           AThey're (x02220@1)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

     D (xx0232@1)                   G (320003@1) ASo (x02220@1)I walked as the day was dawning
                  D (xx0232@1)                  G (320003@1) AWhere (x02220@1)small birds sang and leaves were falling
              D (xx0232@1)                   G (320003@1) AWhere (x02220@1)we once watched the row boats landing
       D (xx0232@1)   G (320003@1)       A (x02220@1) DBy (xx0232@1)the broad  majestic Shannon

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