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Intro (Capo at III): Bb, Eb, Cm7, F, Bb/D, Bb
Oh BbMary this London's a Ebwonderful Cm7sight The Fpeople here are workin' by Bb/Dday and by Bbnight They don't sow potatoes, nor Ebbarley, nor Cm7wheat But there's Fgangs of them diggin' for Bb/Dgold in the Bbstreet At Fleast when I asked them that's Bbwhat I was Gm7told So I Bbjust took her Cmhand at this Ebdiggin' for Fgold But for Bball that I Cm7found there I Ebmight as well Dmbe In Fthe place where the Ebdark Mournes sweep Bb/Ddown to the Bbsea.
(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