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Mountains O Mourne

Don McLean

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MOUNTAINS O' MOURNE by Don McLean
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Tabbed by Buenofine Calse
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sight
With people here working by day and by night
They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat
But there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street
At least when I asked them that's what I was told
So I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold
But for all that I've found there I might as well be
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies of London were dressed
But if you'll believe me when asked to a ball
They don't wear no tops to their dresses at all
Oh I've seen them myself and you could not in truth
Tell if they were bound for a ball or a bath
Don't be startin' them fashions now Mary McCree
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea
[Instrumental] (x2)
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[Verse 3]
There's beautiful girls here oh never you mind
Beautiful shapes nature never designed
Lovely complexions of roses and cream
But let me remark with regard to the same
That if at those roses you venture to sip
The colors might all come away on your lip
So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 4]
You remember young Danny McClaren of course
But he's over here with the rest of the force
I saw him one day as he stood on the strand
Stopped all the traffic with a wave of his hand
As we were talking of days that are gone
The whole town of London stood there to look on
But for all his great powers he's wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea     

Mountains O Mourne

Don McLean

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