[ Предположительная тональность: G ] MOUNTAINS O'MOURNE by Don McLean: Tabbed by Buenofine Calse ------------------ INTRO: G C/G G C Am D D7 G C/G G VERSE 1: G C Am Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight D7 G With people here working by day and by night G C Am They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat D7 G But there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street D7 G Em At least when I asked them, that's what I was told G Em Am D7 So I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold G C Am But for all that I've found there, I might as well be D7 G In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea INSTRUMENTAL: G C/G G C Am D D7 G C/G G VERSE 2: G C Am I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed D7 G As to how the fine ladies of London were dressed G C Am But if you'll believe me, when asked to a ball D7 G They don't wear no tops to their dresses at all D7 G Em Oh, I've seen them myself and you could not in truth G Em Am D7 Tell if they were bound for a ball or a bath G C Am Don't be startin' them fashions now, Mary McCree, D7 G In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea INSTRUMENTAL: G C/G G C Am D D7 G C/G G (2x) VERSE 3: G C Am There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind D7 G Beautiful shapes nature never designed G C Am Lovely complexions of roses and cream D7 G But let me remark with regard to the same D7 G Em That if at those roses you venture to sit G Em Am D7 The colors might all come away on your lip G C Am So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me D7 G In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea INSTRUMENTAL: G C/G G C Am D D7 G C/G G VERSE 4: G C Am You remember young Danny McClaren, of course D7 G But he's over here with the rest of the force G C Am I saw him one day as he stood on the strand D7 G Stopped all the traffic with a wave of his hand D7 G Em As we were talking of days that are gone G Em Am D7 The whole town of London stood there to look on G C Am But for all his great powers, he's wishful like me D7 G C/G G To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea /buend.