The Kingston Trio – The Mountains Omourne (Guitar)

                          Am
Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight

     D                      G
With people here working by day and by night

                            C
They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat

            D                         G                   Am  G
But there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street

                C                  G
At least when I asked them, that's what I was told

                              D
So I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold

        G                         C
But for all that I found there, I might as well be

          D                        G
Where the Mountains O'Mourne sweep down to the sea

                               Am
I believe that when writing, a wish you expressed

      D                      G
As to how the fine ladies in London were dressed

                                 C
Well, if you'll believe me, when asked to a ball

     D                          G               Am  G
They don't wear no top to their dresses at all

                     C            G
Oh, I've seen them meself and you could not in truth

                                  D
Say that if they were bound for a ball or a bath

         G                            C
Don't be startin' them fashions, now, Mary McCree

          D                        G
Where the Mountains O'Mourne sweep down to the sea

                                  Am
There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind

     D                       G
With beautiful shapes nature never designed

                        C
Lovely complexions, all roses and cream

    D                    G
But let me remark with regard to the same

     C                     G
That if at those roses you venture to sip

                            D
The colours might all come away on your lip

         G                             C
So, I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me

       D                                  G
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea