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The Broad Majestic Shannon - as perfomed by The Pogues

D G  D Bm  D G  A D (with Main Riff)

    D                       G           D
The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks
          D                     G            Bm
There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
    D                             G
You sang me a song as pure as the breeze
     D            G       A
on a road leading up Glenaveigh
  D                      G           D
I sat for a while at the cross at Finnoe
            D                          G               Bm
Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom
D                                              G
Heard the men coming home from the fair at Shinrone
      D              G        A         D
Their hearts in Tipperary wherever they go
        D                  G     A
Take my hand, and dry your tears babe
        D                 G     A
Take my hand, forget your fears babe
           D                     G  A
There's no pain, there's no more sorrow
            D     G             A
They're all gone,   gone in the years babe

D G  D Bm  D G  A D (with Main Riff)

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 G  D Bm  D G  A D (with Main Riff)

Bridge: G D (4x)
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D G  D Bm  D G  A D (with Main Riff)

     D                     G   A
So I walked as the day was dawning
                  D                    G   A
Where small birds sang and leaves were falling
              D                     G   A
Where we once watched the row boats landing
       D     G         A   D
By the broad  majestic Shannon

D G  D Bm  D G  A D (with Main Riff)

***Version 2*** by Kristoffer Ekman

Capo 2nd fret

[Intro]
|C  F  C  Am|C F G C ||

    C                       F
The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks
          C                     F           Am
There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
G   C                            F
You sang me a song as pure as the breeze
        C                   G
Blowing up the road to Glenaveigh
  C                      F
I sat for a while at the cross at Finnoe
            C                          F              Am    |G   ||
Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom
C                                              F
Heard the men coming home from the fair at Shinrone
      C              F       G                C
Their hearts in Tipperary wherever they go

        C                 F    G
Take my hand and dry your tears babe
        C                F     G
Take my hand forget your fears babe
           C                    F  G
There's no pain there's no more sorrow
            C   F           G     C
They're all gone gone in the years babe

[Inst 1 ]
|G  C  F  C  Am      |C F G C ||

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