The Maid of Mourne [C] - traditional [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.