The Maid of Mourne Shore – lyrics and chords

The chords to The Maid of Mourne Shore are presented here in the key of D major. Use our chord converter to play the song in other keys. The lyrics are about a man being told by his love that she no longer wants him as she has fallen for another sailor.

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D 
Ye 
 
 
G 
hills and  
D 
dales and flowery  
 
vales that  
A 
lie 
 
a
G 
round Mourne  
D 
Shore.
 
Ye  
G 
winds that  
D 
blow over Martin’s  
 
hills will I  
A 
never 
 
 
G 
hear you  
D 
more.
 
Where the  
 
primrose grows and the  
G 
violet 
 
 
Em 
blows and the  
G 
sporting trout there  
D 
plays
 
With  
G 
line and  
D 
hook delight I  
 
took to  
A 
spend my  
G 
youthful 
 
 
D 
days.

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Last night I went to see my love to hear what she would say
Thinking she would pity me lest I should go away.
She said: “I love a sailor he’s the lad that I adore
And seven years I’ll wait on him so trouble me no more.”

“Perhaps your sailor may be lost when crossing o’er the main
Or otherwise has fixed his mind upon some comely dame.”
“Well if the sea proves false to me, no other I’ll enjoy
For ever since I saw his face I loved my sailor boy.”

Farewell now to Lord Edmund’s groves, likewise the Bleaching Green
Where the linen webs lie clean and white, pure flows the crystal stream.
Where’s many the happy day I spent, but now alas! they’re o’er
Since the lass I loved has banished me, far, far from Mourne Shore.

Our ship she lies off Warren’s Point, just ready to set sail
May all Goodness now protect her with a sweet and pleasant gale.
Had I ten thousand pounds in gold, or had I ten times more
I would freely share the girl I love – The Maid of Mourne Shore.

The Maid of Mourne Shore lyrics and chords print version

[D]Ye [G]hills and [D]dales and flowery [(Bm)]vales that [A]lie a[G]round Mourne [D]Shore.
Ye [G]winds that [D]blow over Martin’s [(Bm)]hills will I [A]never [G]hear you [D]more.
Where the [(Bm)]primrose grows and the [G]violet [Em]blows and the [G]sporting trout there [D]plays
With [G]line and [D]hook delight I [(Bm)]took to [A]spend my [G]youthful [D]days.

Last night I went to see my love to hear what she would say
Thinking she would pity me lest I should go away.
She said: “I love a sailor he’s the lad that I adore
And seven years I’ll wait on him so trouble me no more.”

“Perhaps your sailor may be lost when crossing o’er the main
Or otherwise has fixed his mind upon some comely dame.”
“Well if the sea proves false to me, no other I’ll enjoy
For ever since I saw his face I loved my sailor boy.”

Farewell now to Lord Edmund’s groves, likewise the Bleaching Green
Where the linen webs lie clean and white, pure flows the crystal stream.
Where’s many the happy day I spent, but now alas! they’re o’er
Since the lass I loved has banished me, far, far from Mourne Shore.

Our ship she lies off Warren’s Point, just ready to set sail
May all Goodness now protect her with a sweet and pleasant gale.
Had I ten thousand pounds in gold, or had I ten times more
I would freely share the girl I love – The Maid of Mourne Shore.

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