From: HISCAP@LUSTA.LATROBE.EDU.AU (PERRETT,Andrew) The Broad Majestic Shannon The Pogues C F C Am C F G C

The ^Clast time I saw you was down at the ^FGreeks There was ^Cwhiskey on Sunday and ^Ftears on our ^Amcheeks ^GYou ^Csang me a song as pure as the ^Fbreeze on a ^Croad leading ^Fup Glena^Gveigh I ^Csat for a while at the ^Fcross at Finnoe Where young ^Clovers would meet when the ^Fflowers were in ^Ambloom ^GHeard ^Cthe men coming home from the fair at Shin^Frone Their ^Chearts in Tippe^Frary wher^Gever they ^Cgo Take my ^Chand, and dry your ^Ftears ^Gbabe Take my ^Chand, forget your ^Ffears ^Gbabe There's no ^Cpain, there's no more ^Fsor^Grow They're all ^Cgone, ^F gone in the ^Gyears 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 ^Cwalked as the day was ^Fdawn^Ging Where small birds ^Csang and leaves were ^Ffall^Ging Where we once ^Cwatched the row boats ^Fland^Ging By the ^Cbroad ^F majestic ^GShan^Cnon

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The Pogues - The broad majestic shannon