Chords for THE MOUNTAINS OF MOURNE Famous Irish Folk Song (Plus Lyrics )

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_ O'er Mary, this London's [B] a wonderful [G#m] sight _ [C#] With people here working [B] by day and by [F#]
night
They don't sell potatoes, _ [B] no barley [G#m] or wheat But [C#] there's gas and then digging [B] for gold in the [F#] street
_ _ _ _ [C#] At least when I asked them [F#] that's what I was [D#m] told So [F#] I just took [D#m] a hand at [G#m] this digging [C#] for gold
[F#] But for all that I found there [B] I might as well [G#m] be In [C#] the place where the dark moon [B] sweeps down [F#] to the sea _ _
I believe that when writing [B] the wish you [G#m] express As [C#] to how the fine ladies [B] of London were [F#]
dressed
Well if you believe me [B] when I asked [G#m] to a ball _ [C#] They don't wear no top to [B] their dresses [F#] at all
_ _ Oh [C#] I've seen them myself [F#] and you could not in [D#m] _ truth [F#] Tell if they were [D#m] [B] bound for [G#m] a ball or a [C#] bath
[F#] Long ago starting them fashions [B] now Mary [G#m] Macqueen _ [C#] In the place where the dark moon [B] sweeps [F#] down to the sea _ _
There's _ beautiful girls here [B] oh never you [G#m]
mind _ [C#] _ Beautiful shapes [B] nature never _ [F#]
designed
_ Lovely _ _ complexions [B] of roses [G#m] and cream [C#] But let me remark with [Bm] regard to [F#] the same
_ _ _ [C#] And if at those roses [F#] you venture to [D#m] sit _ [F#] While the colour might [D#m] all come [G#m] away on [C#] your lip
[F#] So I wait for the white rose [B] that's waiting for [G#m] me [C#] In the place where the dark moon [B] sweeps down [F#] to the sea _ _
You remember young Denny _ [B] McLaren of course [G#m] Well [C#] _ he's over here [B] with the rest of [F#] the force
I saw him one day [B] as he stood on the [G#m] Strand _ _ [C#] Stuffed all the traffic [B] with a wave of [F#] his hand
_ _ [C#] And as we were talking [F#] of days [D#m] that are gone [F#] The whole town [D#m] of London stood [G#m]
there to look [C#] on
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But for all his great powers [B] he's wishful like [G#m] me [C#] To be back where the dark moon [B] sweeps down [F#] to the sea _ _
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