Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 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 as 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

About a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball

Bridge

 So I walked as the day was dawning

 Where small birds sang and leaves were falling

 Where we once watched the row boats landing

 By the broad majestic Shannon

 Intro | | ||

 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 as pure as the breeze

 Blowing up the road to 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

 Inst 1 | | ||

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

 Inst 2 | | | | | | ||

Chorus 2

So I walked as day was dawning

Where small birds sang and leaves were falling

Where we once watched the row boats landing

By the broad majestic Shannon

 Outro ||: | :||