The Broad Majestic Shannon Lyrics

	作词：Shane Macgowan
	作曲：Shane Macgowan
	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
	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 day was dawning
	Where small birds sang and leaves were falling
	Where we once watched the row boats landing
	By the broad majestic Shannon

	zuo ci: Shane Macgowan
	zuo qu: Shane Macgowan
	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
	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 day was dawning
	Where small birds sang and leaves were falling
	Where we once watched the row boats landing
	By the broad majestic Shannon

	zuò cí: Shane Macgowan
	zuò qǔ: Shane Macgowan
	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
	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 day was dawning
	Where small birds sang and leaves were falling
	Where we once watched the row boats landing
	By the broad majestic Shannon

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