Intro (Capo at III): Bb, Eb, Cm7, F, Bb/D, Bb

Bb (x1333x@1)                 Eb (x43121@3)      Cm7
Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sight
    F (133211@1)                        Bb/D (x1033x@1)     BbThe (x1333x@1)people here are workin' by day and by night
                             Eb (x43121@3)        Cm7
They don't sow potatoes, nor barley, nor wheat
            F (133211@1)                       Bb/D (x1033x@1)      BbBut (x1333x@1)there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street
   F (133211@1)                            Bb (x1333x@1)       Gm7
At least when I asked them that's what I was told
     Bb (x1333x@1)          Cm (x3101x@1)         Eb (x43121@3)        FSo (133211@1)I just took her hand at this diggin' for gold
        Bb (x1333x@1)       Cm7           Eb (x43121@3)          DmBut (xx0231@1)for all that I found there I might as well be
   F (133211@1)                 Eb (x43121@3)               Bb/D (x1033x@1)      BbIn (x1333x@1)the place where the dark Mournes sweep down to the sea.

(Bb, Eb, Cm7, F, Bb/D, Bb)

(Same as first verse):
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 that those roses you venture to sip 
The colours might all come away on your lips 
So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me 
In the place where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea.

(Bb, Eb, Cm7, F, Bb/D, Bb) x2

(Same as first verse):
You remember young Davey Mc Clarin of course 
Well sure, now, he's round here with the rest of the force 
I saw him one day as I was crossin' the strand 
And he stopped the whole street with a wave of his hand 
And as we stood talkin' 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 sweep down to the sea 
But for all his great powers he's wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea