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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Pogues
Performer
Shane MacGowan
Vocals
James Fearnley
Accordion
Jem Finer
Banjo
Darryl Hunt
Bass Guitar
Terry Woods
Cittern
Andrew Ranken
Drums
Philip Chevron
Guitar
Spider Stacy
Tin Whistle
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shane MacGowan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Dickie
Engineer
Dave Jordan
Engineer
Nick Lacey
Engineer
Paul Scully
Engineer
Roy Spong
Engineer
Steve Lillywhite
Producer
Lyrics
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 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
'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're all gone, gone in the years, babe
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
Writer(s): Shane Patrick Lysaght Macgowan
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