The Mountains of Mourne[☘️]
Verse 1:
Oh, [C] Mary, this [C7] London's a [F]wonderful [Dm] sight
With the [G7] people here working by [F] day and by [C] night
They [C] don't sow pot[C7]atoes, nor [F] barley nor [Dm] wheat
But there's[G7] gangs of them digging for [F] gold in the [C] street
At [G7] least when I asked them that's [C] what I was told
So I [C] just took a [Am] hand at this [Dm] diggin' for [G7] gold
But for [C] all that I [C7] found there I [F] might as well [Dm] be
Where the [G7]Mountains of Mourne sweep [F] down to the [C]sea.
Verse 2:
I be[C]lieve that when [C7]writin' a [F]wish you ex [Dm]pressed
As to [G7] how the fine ladies in [F] London were [C] dressed
Well, [C] if you be [C7]lieve me, when [F]asked to a [Dm] ball
Faith, they [G7] don't wear no top to their [C] dresses at all.
Oh, I've [G7] seen them myself and you [C] could not in trath
Say [C] if they were [Am] bound for a [Dm] ball or a [G7] bath
Don't be [C] startin' them [C7] fashions now, [F] Mary Ma [Dm]cree,
Where the [G7] mountains of Mourne sweep [F] down to the [C]sea.
Verse 3:
You rem[C]ember young [C7]Peter O'[F]Loughlin, of [Dm]course
Well, he's [G7] over here now at the [F] head of the [C] force
I [C] met him to[C7]day, I was [F] crossing the [Dm] Strand
And he [G7] stopped the whole street with a [C] wave of his hand
And [G7] as we were talkin' of [C] days that are gone
The [C] whole popu[Am] lation of [Dm] London looked [G7] on
But for [C] all these [C7] great powers he's [F] wishful like [Dm] me
To be [G7] back where the dark Mourne sweeps [F] down to the [C] sea.
Verse 4:
There's [C] beautiful [C7] girls here, oh, [F]never you [Dm]mind
With [G7]beautiful shapes nature [F] never designed
And [C] lovely comp[C7]lexions all [F]roses and [Dm] cream
But O'[G7]Loughlin remarked with re[C]gard to the same
That [G7] if at those roses you [C] venture to sip
The [C] colours might [Am] all come away on your [G7] lip
So I'll [C] wait for the [C7] wild rose that's [F] waitin' for [Dm]me
Where the [G7] Mountains of Mourne sweep [F] down to the [C]sea.
Slowing Up:
Where the [G7] Mountains of Mourne sweep [F] down to the [C] sea.
The Mountains of Mourne[☘️] [C]
Verse 1
Oh, C Mary, this C7 London's a Fwonderful Dm sight With the G7 people here working by F day and by C night They C don't sow potC7atoes, nor F barley nor Dm wheat But there'sG7 gangs of them digging for F gold in the C street At G7 least when I asked them that's C what I was told So I C just took a Am hand at this Dm diggin' for G7 gold But for C all that I C7 found there I F might as well Dm be Where the G7Mountains of Mourne sweep F down to the Csea.
Verse 2
I beClieve that when C7writin' a Fwish you ex Dmpressed As to G7 how the fine ladies in F London were C dressed Well, C if you be C7lieve me, when Fasked to a Dm ball Faith, they G7 don't wear no top to their C dresses at all. Oh, I've G7 seen them myself and you C could not in trath Say C if they were Am bound for a Dm ball or a G7 bath Don't be C startin' them C7 fashions now, F Mary Ma Dmcree, Where the G7 mountains of Mourne sweep F down to the Csea.
Verse 3
You remCember young C7Peter O'FLoughlin, of Dmcourse Well, he's G7 over here now at the F head of the C force I C met him toC7day, I was F crossing the Dm Strand And he G7 stopped the whole street with a C wave of his hand And G7 as we were talkin' of C days that are gone The C whole popuAm lation of Dm London looked G7 on But for C all these C7 great powers he's F wishful like Dm me To be G7 back where the dark Mourne sweeps F down to the C sea.
Verse 4
There's C beautiful C7 girls here, oh, Fnever you Dmmind With G7beautiful shapes nature F never designed And C lovely compC7lexions all Froses and Dm cream But O'G7Loughlin remarked with reCgard to the same That G7 if at those roses you C venture to sip The C colours might Am all come away on your G7 lip So I'll C wait for the C7 wild rose that's F waitin' for Dmme Where the G7 Mountains of Mourne sweep F down to the Csea.
Slowing Up
Where the G7 Mountains of Mourne sweep F down to the C sea.