G [Verse]Am Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sightD G With people here working by day and by nightC They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheatD 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 toldD So I just took a hand at this diggin' for goldG C But for all that I found there, I might as well beD G Where the Mountains O'Mourne sweep down to the sea[Verse]Am I believe that when writing, a wish you expressedD G As to how the fine ladies in London were dressedC Well, if you'll believe me, when asked to a ballD 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 truthD Say that if they were bound for a ball or a bathG C Don't be startin' them fashions, now, Mary McCreeD G Where the Mountains O'Mourne sweep down to the sea [Verse]Am There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mindD G With beautiful shapes nature never designedC Lovely complexions, all roses and creamD G But let me remark with regard to the same [Verse]C G That if at those roses you venture to sipD The colours might all come away on your lipG C So, I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for meD G In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea
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