The Mountains of Mourne
Intro: G | C Am | D7 | C G
Verse: 1
G C Am
Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight
D7 C G
With people here working by day and by night
G C Am
They don't sow potatoes, nor barley nor wheat
D7 G C G
But there' gangs of them digging for gold in the streets
D7 G Em
At least when I asked them that's what I was told
G Em Am D7
So I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold
G C Am
But for all that I found there I might as well be
D7 C G
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.
Verse: 2
G C Am
I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed
D7 C G
As to how the fine ladies in London were dressed
G C Am
Well, if you believe me, when asked to a ball
D7 G C G
Faith, they don't wear no top to their dresses at all.
D7 G Em
Oh, I've seen them myself and you could not in truth
G Em Am D7
Say if they were bound for a ball or a bath
G C Am
Don't be startin' them fashions now, Mary Macree,
D7 C G
Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.
Verse: 3
G C Am
You remember young Peter O'Loughlin, of course
D7 G C G
Well, he's over here now at the head of the force
G C Am
I met him today, I was crossing the Strand
D7 G C G
And he stopped the whole street with a wave of his hand
D7 G Em
And as we were talkin' of days that are gone
G Em Am D7
The whole population of London looked on
G C Am
But for all these great powers he's wishful like me
D7 C G
To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.
Verse: 4
G C Am
There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind
D7 G C G
With beautiful shapes nature never designed
G C Am
And lovely complexions all roses and cream
D7 G C G
But O'Loughlin remarked with regard to the same
D7 G Em
That if at those roses you venture to sip
G Em Am D7
The colours might all come away on your lip
G C Am
So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me
D7 C G
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.