Moutains O Mourne

Time: 3/4 

G                         C         Am 
Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight 
     D7                     G 
With people here working by day and by night 
                            C          Am 
They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat 
            D7                        G 
But there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street 
   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've found there, I might as well be 
       D7                                 G 
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea 

Verse 2: 
I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed 
As to how the fine ladies of London were dressed 
But if you'll believe me, when asked to a ball 
They don't wear no tops to their dresses at all 
Oh, I've seen them myself and you could not in truth 
Tell if they were bound for a ball or a bath 
Don't be startin' them fashions now, Mary McRee, 
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea 

Verse 3: 
There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind 
Beautiful shapes Nature never designed 
Lovely complexions of roses and cream 
But let me remark with regard to the same 
That if at those roses you venture to sit 
The colors might all come away on your lip 
So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me 
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea 

Verse 4: 
You remember young Diddy McClaren, of course 
But he's over here with the rest of the force 
I saw him one day as he stood on the strand 
Stopped all the traffic with a wave of his hand 
As we were talking of days that are gone 
The whole town of London stood there to look on 
But for all his great powers, he's wishful like me 
To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea