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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 Glena veigh
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 Shin rone
Their hearts in Tippe rary wher ever 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 sor row
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
So I walked as the day was dawn ing
Where small birds sang and leaves were fall ing
Where we once watched the row boats land ing
By the broad majestic Shan non
(supprime les barrés)