Mountains Of Mourne - Avoca Singers

Oh mary this London's a wonderful sight

With people are working by day and by night

They don't sow potatoes no barley no wheat

But there's gangs of them digging 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 digging for gold

For all that I found there I might as well be

Where the mountains of mourne sweep down to the sea

I believe when they writing a wish you expressed

As to how the fine ladies in London were dressed

Well if you'll believe me when go to a ball

If they don't wear no top to their dresses at all

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 starting them fashions now Mary Mccree

Where the mountains of mourne sweep down to the sea

You remember young Peter O'Loughlin of course

Well he is over here now at the head of the force

I met him today I was crossing the strand

And he stopped the whole street with one wave of his hand

And there we stood talking of days that are gone

While the whole population of London looked on

For all here 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

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 dark rose that's waiting for me

Where the mountains of mourne sweep down to the sea