Mountains O'Mourne chords by Don McLean

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

Interlude 1

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Verse 2
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I  believe that when writin'
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A wish you expressed
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As to how the fine ladies
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In London were dressed
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Well if you'll believe me
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When asked to a ball
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They don't wear no tops to
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Their dresses at all
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Oh, I've seen them myself and
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You could not in truth
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Tell it if they were bound for
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A ball or a bath
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Don't be startin' them fashions now
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Mary McRee
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In the place where the dark Mourne
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Sweeps  down to the sea

Interlude 2

Verse 3
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There's beautiful girls here, oh
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Never you mind
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Beautiful shapes Nature never designed
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Lovely complexions
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of roses and cream
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But let me remark with
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regard to the same
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That if at those roses you
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venture to sip
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The colors might all come
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away on your lip
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So I'll wait for the wild
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Rose that's waitin' for me
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In the place where the dark Mourne
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Sweeps down to the sea

Interlude 3

Verse 4
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You remember young Diddy
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McClaren, of course
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Well he's over here with the
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Rest of the force
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I saw him one day as he
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stood on the Strand
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Stopped all the traffic with a
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Wave of his hand
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And as we were talking of
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days that are gone
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The whole town of London stood
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There to look on
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But for all his great powers
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He's wishful like me
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To be back where the dark Mourne
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Sweeps down to the sea