Mountains Of Mourne

Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sight
 With people here workin' 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
 And for all that I found there I might as well be
 In the place where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea.
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 There's beautiful girls here, Oh never you mind
 Beautiful shapes nature never designed
 Lovely complexions of roses and cream
 But let me remark with regard to the same
 For if at that those roses you venture to sip
 The colours might all come away on your lips
 So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me
 In the place where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea.
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 You remember young Danny McClarin of course
 Well sure, now, he's round here with the rest of the force
 I saw him one day as I was crossin' the strand
 And he stopped the whole street with a wave of his hand
 And as we stood talkin' of days that are gone
 The whole town of London stood there to look on
 And for all his great powers he's wishful like me
 To be back where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea
 And for all his great powers he's wishful like me
 To be back where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea