The Broad Majestic Shannon - Shane MacGowan Cover.

Hi Everyone

This is my version of a a song called "The Broad Majestic Shannon" by Shane McGowan of The Irish band The Pouges.

I have know this song for a while but never felt like I done it justice so recently I tried a different composition and added and intro and outro.

This is what I have come up with for this beautiful little folk song,I hope you guys enjoy listening.

The Broad Majestic Shannon
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 just as 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 roam

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

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 pointless 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, lads
Take my hand, forget your fears, lads
There's no pain, there's no more sorrow
They're all gone, gone in the years, lads

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

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 pointless 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, lads
Take my hand, forget your fears, lads
There's no pain, there's no more sorrow
They're all gone, gone in the years, lads

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

Where we once watched the row boats landing
By the broad majestic Shannon