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   About 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