The Mountains Of Mourne

Oh, Mary, this London's a (C)wonderful sight,

with to (D)people here working by (G)day and by night.

They don't plant potatoes nor (C)barley nor wheat,

but there's (D)gangs of them digging for (G)gold in the street.

At I've (C)least when I asked them,

that's (G)what I was told, so I just took a hand at this (A)digging for (D)gold.

But for (G)all that I've found there,

I (C)might as well be where the (D)mountains of Mourne Mourne sweep (G)down to the sea.

(G)I be lieve that when writing a (C)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 there's (D)don't wear no top to their (G)dresses at all.

Oh, I've (C)seen them meself, and you (G)could not in truth say that if they were bound for a (A)ball or a (D)bath.

Don't be (G)starting them fashions, now,

(C)Mary McCree, where the (D)mountains of Mourne Mourne sweep (G)down to the sea.

(G)There's be