The Mountains O'Mourne The Kingston Trio
[Intro]
[G]
[Verse]
Oh, Mary, this London's a [Am]wonderful sight
With [D]people here working by [G]day and by night
They don't sow potatoes nor [C]barley nor wheat
But there's [D]gangs of them diggin' for [G]gold in the street[Am] [G]
[Verse]
At least when I [C]asked them, that's [G]what I was told
So I just took a hand at this [D]diggin' for gold
But for [G]all that I found there, I [C]might as well be
Where the [D]Mountains O'Mourne sweep [G]down to the sea
[Verse]
I believe that when writing, a [Am]wish you expressed
As to [D]how the fine ladies in [G]London were dressed
Well, if you'll believe me, when [C]asked to a ball
They [D]don't wear no top to their [G]dresses at all[Am] [G]
[Verse]
Oh, I've seen them me[C]self and you [G]could not in truth
Say that if they were bound for a [D]ball or a bath
Don't be [G]startin' them fashions, now, [C]Mary McCree
Where the [D]Mountains O'Mourne sweep [G]down to the sea
[Verse]
There's beautiful girls here, oh, [Am]never you mind
With [D]beautiful shapes nature [G]never designed
Lovely complexions, all [C]roses and cream
But [D]let me remark with re[G]gard to the same
[Verse]
That [C]if at those roses you [G]venture to sip
The colours might all come a[D]way on your lip
So, I'll [G]wait for the wild rose that's [C]waitin' for me
In the [D]place where the dark Mourne sweeps [G]down to the sea
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