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 Fdown 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
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