The Pogues - The Broad Majestic Shannon (karaoke)

[@HalJam]

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 that was 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 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've 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 Dún na nGall And the next time I see you we're 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 'bout a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball 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've all gone Gone in the years babe So I walked as day was dawning Where small birds sang and leaves were falling Where we once watched the row boats landing On the broad majestic Shannon

[@tearitloosetearitloose4670]

Thank you for taking the time to produce this diamond of a song. New subscriber here.

[@HalJam]

My absolute pleasure. It’s one of my favorites from them. 😊

[@RVZNKaraoke]

RiP Shane...

[@rupebear26]

Awesome!!!

[@HalJam]

Thank you!