Written by Houston Collisson/William Percy French
Intro: G Verse Am Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight D G With people here working by day and by night C They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat D G Am G But there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street Verse C G At least when I asked them, that's what I was told D So I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold G C But for all that I found there, I might as well be D G Where the Mountains O'Mourne sweep down to the sea Verse Am I believe that when writing, a wish you expressed D G As to how the fine ladies in London were dressed C Well, if you'll believe me, when asked to a ball D G Am G They don't wear no top to their dresses at all Verse C G Oh, I've seen them meself and you could not in truth D Say that if they were bound for a ball or a bath G C Don't be startin' them fashions, now, Mary McCree D G Where the Mountains O'Mourne sweep down to the sea Verse Am There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind D G With beautiful shapes nature never designed C Lovely complexions, all roses and cream D G But let me remark with regard to the same Verse C G That if at those roses you venture to sip D The colours might all come away on your lip G C So, I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me D G In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea