Intro (Capo at III): Bb, Eb, Cm7, F, Bb/D, Bb
Oh [Bb]Mary this London's a [Eb]wonderful [Cm7]sight
The [F]people here are workin' by [Bb/D]day and by [Bb]night
They don't sow potatoes, nor [Eb]barley, nor [Cm7]wheat
But there's [F]gangs of them diggin' for [Bb/D]gold in the [Bb]street
At [F]least when I asked them that's [Bb]what I was [Gm7]told
So I [Bb]just took her [Cm]hand at this [Eb]diggin' for [F]gold
But for [Bb]all that I [Cm7]found there I [Eb]might as well [Dm]be
In [F]the place where the [Eb]dark Mournes sweep [Bb/D]down to the [Bb]sea.
(Bb, Eb, Cm7, F, Bb/D, Bb)
(Same as first verse):
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 that those roses you venture to sip
The colours might all come away on your lips
So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me
In the place where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea.
(Bb, Eb, Cm7, F, Bb/D, Bb) x2
(Same as first verse):
You remember young Davey Mc Clarin of course
Well sure, now, he's round here with the rest of the force
I saw him one day as I was crossin' the strand
And he stopped the whole street with a wave of his hand
And as we stood talkin' 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 sweep down to the sea
But for all his great powers he's wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea
Oh [Bb]Mary this London's a [Eb]wonderful [Cm7]sight
The [F]people here are workin' by [Bb/D]day and by [Bb]night
They don't sow potatoes, nor [Eb]barley, nor [Cm7]wheat
But there's [F]gangs of them diggin' for [Bb/D]gold in the [Bb]street
At [F]least when I asked them that's [Bb]what I was [Gm7]told
So I [Bb]just took her [Cm]hand at this [Eb]diggin' for [F]gold
But for [Bb]all that I [Cm7]found there I [Eb]might as well [Dm]be
In [F]the place where the [Eb]dark Mournes sweep [Bb/D]down to the [Bb]sea.
(Bb, Eb, Cm7, F, Bb/D, Bb)
(Same as first verse):
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 that those roses you venture to sip
The colours might all come away on your lips
So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me
In the place where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea.
(Bb, Eb, Cm7, F, Bb/D, Bb) x2
(Same as first verse):
You remember young Davey Mc Clarin of course
Well sure, now, he's round here with the rest of the force
I saw him one day as I was crossin' the strand
And he stopped the whole street with a wave of his hand
And as we stood talkin' 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 sweep down to the sea
But for all his great powers he's wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea
