| 歌曲 | The Broad Majestic Shannon |
| 歌手 | The Pogues |
| 专辑 | 30 Years |
| 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 |
| 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 |