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