The Mountains of Mourne 
                        
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Oh Mar-y this Lond-on's a wond-er-ful sight 
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With peop-le here work-in' by day and by night 
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They don't sow po-tat-oes, nor barl-ey, nor wheat 
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But there's gangs of them digg-in' for gold in the street 
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At least when I asked them that's what I was told 
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So I just took a hand at this digg-in' for gold 
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But for all that I found there I might as well be 
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Where the Mount-ains of Mourne sweep down to the sea 2 3 1 2 
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I be-lieve that when writ-in' a wish you ex-pressed 
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As to how the fine lad-ies in Lond-on were dressed 
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Well if you'll be-lieve me, when asked to a ball 
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They don't wear no top to their dress-es at all 
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Oh I've seen them me-self and you could not in truth 
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Say that if they were bound for a ball or a bath 
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Don't be start-in' them fash-ions, now Mar-y Mc-Cree 
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Where the Mount-ains of Mourne sweep down to the sea 2 3 1 2 
             
Instrumental 
                
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There's beaut-i-ful girls here, oh nev-er you mind 
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With beaut-i-ful shapes nat-ure nev-er de-signed 
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And love-ly com-plex-ions all ros-es and cream 
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But let me re-mark with re-gard to the same 
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That if that those ros-es you vent-ure to sip 
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The co-lours might all come a-way on your lip 
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So I'll wait for the wild rose that's wait-in' for me 
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In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea 2 3 1 2  
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So I'll wait for the wild rose that's wait-in' for me 
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In the place (SLOW)  where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea. 
                            
Arrangement by Frank Lennon