G

[Verse]
                          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

[Verse]
                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

[Verse]
                               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

[Verse]
                     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

[Verse]
                                  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

[Verse]
     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