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Mountains O' Mourne - Cavan O'Connor-歌词

Mountains O' Mourne - Cavan O'Connor

Oh mary this london's a wonderful sight

With people here working

By day and by night

They don't sow potatoes

Nor barley nor wheat

But there's gangs of them diggin'

For gold in the street

At least when i asked them

That's what i was told

So i just took a hand at

This diggin' for gold

But for all that i've found there

I might as well 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 talking 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 colors 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

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