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Date: Sat, 14 Mar 1998 12:41:54 -0700 From: Collins Crapo <roxtar@srv.net> Subject: CRD: /m/mclean_don/mountains_o_mourne.crd MOUNTAINS O'MOURNE songwriting credits unavailable performed by Don McLean tab transcribed by Collins Crapo <roxtar@srv.net> Time: 3/4
GOh, Mary, this London's a Cwonderful Amsight With D7people here working by Gday and by night They don't sow potatoes nor Cbarley nor Amwheat But there's D7gangs of them diggin' for Ggold in the street At D7least when I asked them, that's Gwhat I was Emtold So GI just took a Emhand at this Amdiggin' for D7gold But for Gall that I've found there, I Cmight as well Ambe In the D7place where the dark Mourne sweeps Gdown to the sea
Verse 2: I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed As to how the fine ladies of London were dressed But if you'll believe me, when asked to a ball They don't wear no tops to their dresses at all Oh, I've seen them myself and you could not in truth Tell if they were bound for a ball or a bath Don't be startin' them fashions now, Mary McRee, In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea Verse 3: 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 those roses you venture to sit The colors might all come away on your lip So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea Verse 4: You remember young Diddy McClaren, of course But he's over here with the rest of the force I saw him one day as he stood on the strand Stopped all the traffic with a wave of his hand As we were talking 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 sweeps down to the sea --------------604CD8AFE8824D5487258028--