1. Oh, [G] Mary, this [G7]London's a [C] wonderful [Am] sight

with [D] people here [D7] working by [G] day and [C] by [G] night.

They don't sow po[G7]tatoes nor [C] barley nor [Am] wheat,

but there's [D] gangs of them [D7] diggin' for [G] gold in [C] the [G] street.

At [D] least when I [D7] asked them, that's [G] what I was [Em] told,

so I [G] just took a [Em] hand at this [Am] diggin' for [D]gold.

But for [G] all that I've [G7] found there, I [C]might as well [Am] be,

in the [D] place where the [D7] dark Mourne sweeps [G] down to [C] the [G] sea.

2. [G] I believe that when [G7] writin' a [C] wish you ex[Am]pressed,

as to [D] how the fine [D7] ladies in [G] London [C] were [G] dressed.

But if you [G7] believe me, when [C] asked to a [Am] ball,

they [D] don't wear no [D7] tops to their [G] dresses [C] at [G] all.

Oh, I've [D] seen them my[D7]self and you [G] could not in [Em] trath,

[G] tell if they [Em] were bound for a [Am] ball or a [D]bath.

Don't be [G] startin' them [G7] fashions now, [C] Mary Mc[Am] Ree,

in the [D] place where the [D7] dark Mourne sweeps [G] down to [C] the [G] sea.

3. There's [G] beautiful [G7] girls here, oh, [C] never you [Am] mind,

[D] beautiful [D7] shapes nature [G] never [C] de[G]signed.

Lovely com[G7]plexions of [C] roses and [Am] cream,

but [D] let me re[D7] mark with re[G] gard to [C] the [G]same.

That [D] if at those [D7] roses you [G] ventured to [Em] sip,

the [G] colors might [Em] all come a[Am] way on your [D] lip.

So I'll [G] wait for the [G7] wild rose that's [C] waitin' for [Am] me,

in the [D] place where the [D7] dark Mourne sweeps [G] down to [C] the [G]sea

4. You [G] remember young [G7] Danny Mc[C] Claren, of [Am]course,

but [D] he's over [D7] here with the [G] rest of [C] the [G] force.

I saw him one [G7] day as he [C] stood on the [Am] Strand,

[D] stopped all the [D7] traffic with a [G] wave of [C] his [G] hand.

And [D] as we were [D7] talking of [G] days that are [Em] gone,

the [G] whole town of [Em] London stood [Am] there to look [D] on.

But for [G] all his great [G7] powers, he's [C] wishful like [Am] me,

to be [D] back where the [D7] dark Mourne sweeps [G] down to [C] the [G] sea.