Mountains of Mourne [☘️] Percy French Intro: [F G C] Oh, [C] Mary this London's a [F] wonderful sight Where the [G] people are workin' by [F] day and by [C] night They don't sow potatoes, nor [F] barley, nor wheat But there's [G] gangs of them diggin' for [F] gold in the [C] street At [G] least when I asked them that's [C] what I was told So I just took a hand at this [F] diggin’ for [G] gold But for [C] all that I found there I [F] might as well be Where the [G] Mountains of Mourne sweep [F] down to the [C] sea I believe that when writin' a [F] wish you expressed As to [G] how the fine ladies in [F] London were [C] dressed Well, if you'll believe me, when [F] asked to a ball They [G] don’t wear no top to their [F] dresses at [C] all Oh, I've [G] seen them myself and you [F] could not in [C] truth Say if they were bound for a [F] ball or a [G] bath Don't be [C] startin’ them fashions, now [F] Mary McCree Where the [G] Mountains of Mourne sweep [F]down to the [C] sea You remember young Peter O’[F] Loughlin of course Well, [G] now he is here at the [F] head of the [C] force I met him today, I was [F] crossing the Strand And he [G] stopped the whole street with one [F] wave of his [C] hand And [G] there we stood talking of [F] days that are [C] gone While the whole population of [F] London looked [G] on But for [C] all these great powers, he's [F] wishful, like me To be [G] back where the dark Mourne sweeps [F] down to the [C] sea [Outro - Slower] But for [C] all these great powers, he's [F] wishful, like me To be [G] back where the dark Mourne sweeps [F] down to the [C] sea