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Mountains of Mourne Lyrics and Chords

The lyrics to the Mountains of Mourne adopt a very conversational style as the singer composes a letter to a friend back in Ireland.

Mountains of Mourne Lyrics and Chords

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Percy French songwriter

Some people find the song a little too sentimental but it is brilliantly written, and full of wit and humour.

The chords are quite simple and are presented here in the key of G Major.

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Celtic Thunder play G chord shapes on their recording of the song, but use a capo on the third fret, which transposes the key up to B flat.

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Mountains of Mourne Lyrics & Chords

G 
Oh, Mary, this  
G7 
London’s a  
C 
wonderful 
 
 
Am 
sight
 
With  
D 
people here working by  
C 
day and by  
G 
night.
 
They don’t sow po
G7 
tatoes, nor  
C 
barley nor  
Am 
wheat
 
But there’s  
D7 
gangs of them digging for  
C 
gold in the  
G 
streets.
 
At  
D7 
least when I asked them that’s  
G 
what I was told
 
So I just took a  
G7 
hand at this  
C 
diggin’ for  
D7 
gold
 
But for  
G 
all that I  
G7 
found there I  
C 
might as well  
Am 
be
 
Where the  
D7 
Mountains of Mourne sweep  
C 
down to the  
G 
sea.

I believe that when writin’ a wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies in London were dressed,
Well, if you believe me, when asked to a ball
Faith, they don’t wear no top to their dresses at all.

Oh, I’ve seen them myself and you could not in truth
Say if they were bound for a ball or a bath
Don’t be startin’ them fashions now, Mary Macree,
Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

I’ve seen England’s king from the top of a bus
And I’ve never known him, but he means to know us.
And tho’ by the Saxon we once were oppressed,
Still I cheered, God forgive me, I cheered with the rest.

And now that he’s visited Erin’s green shore
We’ll be much better friends than we’ve been heretofore
When we’ve got all we want, we’re as quiet as can be
Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

You remember young Peter O’Loughlin, of course
Well, now he is here at the head of the force
I met him today, I was crossing the Strand
And he stopped the whole street with a wave of his hand

And there we stood talkin’ of days that are gone
While the whole population of London looked on
But for all these great powers he’s wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.

There’s beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind,
With beautiful shapes nature never designed
And lovely complexions all roses and cream.
But O’Loughlin remarked with regard to the same

That if at those roses you venture to sip
The colours might all come away on your lip
So I’ll wait for the wild rose that’s waitin’ for me
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

Mountains of Mourne
Lyrics and Chords

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Percy French – the songwriter

Mountains of Mourne lyrics and chords print version

G 
Oh, Mary, this  
G7 
London’s a  
C 
wonderful 
 
 
Am 
sight
 
With  
D 
people here working by  
C 
day and by  
G 
night.
 
They don’t sow po
G7 
tatoes, nor  
C 
barley nor  
Am 
wheat
 
But there’s  
D7 
gangs of them digging for  
C 
gold in the  
G 
streets.
 
At  
D7 
least when I asked them that’s  
G 
what I was told
 
So I just took a  
G7 
hand at this  
C 
diggin’ for  
D7 
gold
 
But for  
G 
all that I  
G7 
found there I  
C 
might as well  
Am 
be
 
Where the  
D7 
Mountains of Mourne sweep  
C 
down to the  
G 
sea.

I believe that when writin’ a wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies in London were dressed,
Well, if you believe me, when asked to a ball
Faith, they don’t wear no top to their dresses at all.

Oh, I’ve seen them myself and you could not in truth
Say if they were bound for a ball or a bath
Don’t be startin’ them fashions now, Mary Macree,
Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

I’ve seen England’s king from the top of a bus
And I’ve never known him, but he means to know us.
And tho’ by the Saxon we once were oppressed,
Still I cheered, God forgive me, I cheered with the rest.

And now that he’s visited Erin’s green shore
We’ll be much better friends than we’ve been heretofore
When we’ve got all we want, we’re as quiet as can be
Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

You remember young Peter O’Loughlin, of course
Well, now he is here at the head of the force
I met him today, I was crossing the Strand
And he stopped the whole street with a wave of his hand

And there we stood talkin’ of days that are gone
While the whole population of London looked on
But for all these great powers he’s wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.

There’s beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind,
With beautiful shapes nature never designed
And lovely complexions all roses and cream.
But O’Loughlin remarked with regard to the same

That if at those roses you venture to sip
The colours might all come away on your lip
So I’ll wait for the wild rose that’s waitin’ for me
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

Mountains of Mourne
The Mountains of Mourne videos
Lyrics and Chords

Links to other songs by Percy French
Mountains of Mourne
Abdul Abulbul Amir
Come Back Paddy Reilly
McBrean’s Heifer
Phil the Fluther’s Ball
Percy French – the songwriter