The Mountains of Mourne [C] 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.