The Kingston Trio - The mountains omourne

Oh, Mary, this London's a ^Amwonderful sight With ^Dpeople here working by ^Gday and by night They don't sow potatoes nor ^Cbarley nor wheat But there's ^Dgangs of them diggin' for ^Ggold in the street ^{Am G}

At least when I ^Casked them, that's ^Gwhat I was told So I just took a hand at this ^Ddiggin' for gold But for ^Gall that I found there, I ^Cmight as well be Where the ^DMountains O'Mourne sweep ^Gdown to the sea

I believe that when writing, a ^Amwish you expressed As to ^Dhow the fine ladies in ^GLondon were dressed Well, if you'll believe me, when ^Casked to a ball They ^Ddon't wear no top to their ^Gdresses at all ^{Am G}

Oh, I've seen them me^Cself and you ^Gcould not in truth Say that if they were bound for a ^Dball or a bath Don't be ^Gstartin' them fashions, now, ^CMary McCree Where the ^DMountains O'Mourne sweep ^Gdown to the sea

There's beautiful girls here, oh, ^Amnever you mind With ^Dbeautiful shapes nature ^Gnever designed Lovely complexions, all ^Croses and cream But ^Dlet me remark with re^Ggard to the same

That ^Cif at those roses you ^Gventure to sip The colours might all come a^Dway on your lip So, I'll ^Gwait for the wild rose that's ^Cwaitin' for me In the ^Dplace where the dark Mourne sweeps ^Gdown to the sea