Mountains O Mourne

MOUNTAINS O' MOURNE by Don McLean
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Tabbed by Buenofine Calse

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
    G                     C       
Oh, Mary, this London's a 
  Am
wonderful sight
     D7                     G
With people here working by day and 
by night
     G                      C     
They don't sow potatoes nor barley
     Am
 nor wheat
            D7                   
But there's gangs of them diggin' 
     G
for gold in the street
   D7                              
At least when I asked them, that's 
G          Em
what I was told
   G             Em         
So I just took a hand at this 
  Am          D7
diggin' for gold
        G                          
But for all that I've found there, 
  C             Am
I might as well be
       D7                          
In the place where the dark Mourne 
       G
sweeps down to the sea

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
    G                         C   
I believe that when writin' a wish
       Am
 you expressed
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      D7                     G
As to how the fine ladies of London 
were dressed
    G                          C  
But if you'll believe me, when 
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asked to a ball
     D7                         
They don't wear no tops to their 
 G
dresses at all
         D7                       
Oh, I've seen them myself and you 
G            Em
could not in truth
     G            Em          Am 
Tell if they were bound for a 
       D7
ball or a bath
         G                         
Don't be startin' them fashions 
  C      Am
now, Mary McCree,
       D7                          
In the place where the dark Mourne 
       G
sweeps down to the sea

[Instrumental] (x2)
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[Verse 3]
        G                         
There's beautiful girls here, oh, 
C         Am
never you mind
  D7                    G
Beautiful shapes nature never 
designed
  G                   C         
Lovely complexions of roses and 
Am
cream
    D7                   G
But let me remark with regard to the
 same
     D7                    G      
That if at those roses you venture
    Em
 to sip
    G            Em        Am    
The colors might all come away on
      D7
 your lip
        G                     
So I'll wait for the wild rose 
        C           Am
that's waitin' for me
       D7                          
In the place where the dark Mourne 
       G
sweeps down to the sea

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 4]
      G                    C      
You remember young Danny McClaren,
    Am
 of course
    D7                      G
But he's over here with the rest of 
the force
  G                      C        
I saw him one day as he stood on 
    Am
the strand
  D7                           G
Stopped all the traffic with a wave 
of his hand
   D7                 G           
As we were talking of days that 
  Em
are gone
    G             Em           Am
The whole town of London stood 
            D7
there to look on
        G                          
But for all his great powers, he's 
C            Am
wishful like me
      D7                        
To be back where the dark Mourne 
        G              C/G  G
sweeps down to the sea