The Mountjoy Hotel lyrics and chords
The Song Was Written by Brendan Behan to the tune of ''The Mountains Of Mourne
[G]In Dublin's big [G7]town there are[C] first class [A7]hotels
Where they [D]give board and lodgings to[C] all the big [G]swells.
They've blinds on the[G7] windows and [C]bells on the[A7] doors,
And beautiful[D7] carpets laid[G] down [C]on the[G] floor.
It's [D7]in such a spot that you get a great[G] view
Of the Royal[G7] Canal and the [A7]ships that pass[D] thru.
I was [G]there once [G7]myself so I'm [D]able to tell
That there's no [G]digs in Dublin like the[C] Mountjoy[G] Hotel.
One stipulation of this fine resort
All lodgers must first be presented at Court.
And there recommended as suited and right
To sleep in this mansion by day and by night.
For there, I can say, are the cream of our land
Doctors and lawyers and men of that band
In the next suit to me, I remember full well
A duke spent nine months in the Mountjoy Hotel.
For the entrance they've built up three beautiful gates
And once past the third one there's no need to wait.
The butler just waves and he calls for the boots,
Fill a bath for this guest and prepare him a suite.
Without bye or lave ye he makes you at home
And sends for a barber to trim up your dome.
And then, when he's finished, the clerk rings a bell
The manager meets all at the Mountjoy Hotel.
One thing about this, all the service is free
Be ye higher or lower or middle degree.
When ye feel like a change, never reck the amount
You'll never be given a bill or account.
I stopped there myself for close to five years
And when I was leaving the staff were in tears.
"I wish you were spending," the manager said
The rest of your life at the Mountjoy Hotel.
Where they [D]give board and lodgings to[C] all the big [G]swells.
They've blinds on the[G7] windows and [C]bells on the[A7] doors,
And beautiful[D7] carpets laid[G] down [C]on the[G] floor.
It's [D7]in such a spot that you get a great[G] view
Of the Royal[G7] Canal and the [A7]ships that pass[D] thru.
I was [G]there once [G7]myself so I'm [D]able to tell
That there's no [G]digs in Dublin like the[C] Mountjoy[G] Hotel.
One stipulation of this fine resort
All lodgers must first be presented at Court.
And there recommended as suited and right
To sleep in this mansion by day and by night.
For there, I can say, are the cream of our land
Doctors and lawyers and men of that band
In the next suit to me, I remember full well
A duke spent nine months in the Mountjoy Hotel.
For the entrance they've built up three beautiful gates
And once past the third one there's no need to wait.
The butler just waves and he calls for the boots,
Fill a bath for this guest and prepare him a suite.
Without bye or lave ye he makes you at home
And sends for a barber to trim up your dome.
And then, when he's finished, the clerk rings a bell
The manager meets all at the Mountjoy Hotel.
One thing about this, all the service is free
Be ye higher or lower or middle degree.
When ye feel like a change, never reck the amount
You'll never be given a bill or account.
I stopped there myself for close to five years
And when I was leaving the staff were in tears.
"I wish you were spending," the manager said
The rest of your life at the Mountjoy Hotel.
