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RE SOL RE SIm RE SOL LA RE
RE SOL
The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks
RE SOL SIm
There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
LA RE SOL
You sang me a song as pure as the breeze
RE SOL LA
on a road leading up Glenaveigh
RE SOL
I sat for a while at the cross at Finnoe
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Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom
LA RE SOL
Heard the men coming home from the fair at Shinrone
RE SOL LA RE
Their hearts in Tipperary wherever they go
RE SOL LA
Take my hand, and dry your tears babe
RE SOL LA
Take my hand, forget your fears babe
RE SOL LA
There's no pain, there's no more sorrow
RE SOL LA
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
RE SOL LA
So I walked as the day was dawning
RE SOL LA
Where small birds sang and leaves were falling
RE SOL LA
Where we once watched the row boats landing
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By the broad majestic Shannon
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