Mountains O'Mourne chords and lyrics - DON MCLEAN

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[Verse 1]
[D]Oh, [G]Mary, this London's a
[C]wonderful [Am]sight
[D]With people here working by
[G]day and by night
They don't sow potatoes
nor [C]barley [Am]nor wheat
[D]But there's gangs of them dig[Am]gin'
[D]For [G]gold in the street
[D]At least when I asked them
That's [G]what I was [Em]told [G]so
I just took a [Em]hand
At this [Am]diggin' [D]for gold
But for [G]all that I've found there
[D]I mig[C]ht as well be[Am]
[D]In the place where the dark [Am]Mourne
Sweeps [G]down to the sea

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[Verse 2]
[G]I believe that when w[Am]ritin'
[G]A wis[C]h you expressed
[Am]As to ho[D]w the fine ladies
In [G]London [C]were [G]dressed
Well if you'll believe [Am]me
[G]Whe[C]n asked to a b[Am]all
[D]They don't wear no tops to
[G]Their dresses at all
[D]Oh, I've seen them myself and
[G]You could not in [Em]truth
[G]Tell it if they were [Em]bound for
[A]A ball or a [D]bath
Don't [G]be startin' them fash[Am]ions now
[C]Mary [Am]McRee
In [D]the place where the dark Mourne
Sweep[C]s down to the sea

[Interlude 2]
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[Verse 3]
[G]There's beautiful girls [Am]here, [D]oh
[C]Never you [Am]mind
[D]Beautiful shapes Nature nev[G]er [C]designed
[G]Lovely complexion[Am]s
of [C]roses [Am]and cream
But [D]let me remark with
[G]regard to the [C]same[G]
[D]That if at those roses [G]you
venture [Em]to sip
[G]The colors might [Em]all come
[A]away on your [D]lip
So [G]I'll wait for the wild
[Am]Rose [C]that's waitin' for [Am]me
In [D]the place where the dark Mourne
[G]Sweep[C]s down to the [G]sea

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[Verse 4]
[G]You remember young [Am]Diddy
[C]McC[Am]laren, of course
[D]Well he's over here with the
[G]Rest [C]of [G]the force
I saw him one [Am]day as he
[C]stood on the [Am]Strand
[D]Stopped all the traffic with a
[G]Wave [C]of his [G]hand
[D]And as we were talking of
[G]days that are [Em]gone
[G]The whole town of [Em]London stood
[A]There to look on[D]
[G]But for all his great [Am]powers
[C]He's wishful [Am]like me
To be [D]back where the dark Mourne
Sweeps [C]down to the sea