The Broad Majestic Shannon
The Pogues Lyrics


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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
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

Take my hands, and dry your tears babe
Take my hands, 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 day was dawning
Where small birds sang and leaves were falling




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

Overall Meaning

The Pogues' song "Broad Majestic Shannon" is a nostalgic reflection of a past love and simpler times. The singer describes the last time he saw his love at a gathering in the Irish community, where they drank whiskey and cried together. His love sang him a song that was as pure as the breeze that blew up the road to Glenaveigh, a place of natural beauty in Ireland. The singer then reminisces about sitting at a crossroads where young lovers met when flowers were in bloom, and he listened to the men returning from the fair with their hearts back in Tipperary.


The second verse finds the singer sitting by a gap in the wall, discovering an old rusty tin can and a hurley ball, as he hears cards being dealt and Rosary called. He recalls a fiddle playing Sean Dun na nGall, an Irish tune evocative of traditional music that suggests a connection to the past. The song concludes by stating that the next time the singer sees his love, they will return to the Greeks, drink whiskey, and cry together. The singer recognizes that laughing or crying over an old rusty can and a hurley ball is pointless, and that they should focus on what really matters, which is their love and memories.


Overall, the song is a beautiful reflection on love, nostalgia, and the simplicity of life. It highlights the importance of cherishing memories and valuing relationships, rather than being preoccupied with material things.


Line by Line Meaning

The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks
I last saw you down at the Greek Pub.


There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
It was Sunday and we had tears on our cheeks while drinking whiskey.


You sang me a song as pure as the breeze
You sang me a song that was pure and refreshing, like a cool breeze on a warm day.


Blowing up the road to Glenaveigh
The song was so beautiful that it felt like the breeze carrying the melody to Glenaveigh.


I sat for a while at the cross at Finnoe
I sat at the crossroads of Finnoe for some time.


Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom
This place was where young lovers would rendezvous when the flowers were blooming.


Heard the men coming home from the fair at Shinrone
I heard the men returning home from the fair at Shinrone.


Their hearts in Tipperary wherever they go
Their hearts always belong to Tipperary, no matter where they go.


Take my hand, and dry your tears babe
Take my hand, wipe away your tears, my love.


Take my hand, forget your fears babe
Hold my hand, don't be afraid, my love.


There's no pain, there's no more sorrow
There's no more pain or sorrow anymore.


They're all gone, gone in the years babe
All of the pain and sorrow are gone now, left behind in the past.


I sat for a while by the gap in the wall
I sat for a while next to the hole in the wall.


Found a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball
While I was sitting there, I discovered a rusty can and an old hurley ball.


Heard the cards being dealt, and the rosary called
I heard the sound of cards being shuffled and the rosary being said.


And a fiddle playing Sean Dun na nGall
In addition, I heard a fiddle playing an Irish tune called Sean Dun na nGall.


And the next time I see you we'll be down at the Greeks
Next time I'll see you, we'll be back at the Greek Pub.


There'll be whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
We'll still be drinking whiskey on a Sunday and crying together.


For it's stupid to laugh and it's useless to bawl
There's no need to laugh or cry over a simple, rusty can and hurley ball.


About a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball
We shouldn't get upset over a rusty can and hurley ball.


So I walked as day was dawning
As the sun was rising, I walked out.


Where small birds sang and leaves were falling
During my walk, I passed a place where small birds were singing and leaves were falling.


Where we once watched the row boats landing
I remembered a time when we watched row boats landing in the same place.


By the broad majestic Shannon
This place was by the beautiful and expansive Shannon River.




Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Shane Patrick Lysaght MacGowan

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