The Mountains of Mourne

The Mountains of Mourne - The Boys of the Isle

Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sight

With the people here are 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 we'll be

Where the mountains of mourne sweep down to the sea

I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed

As to how the fine ladies of London were dressed

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

They don't wear no top to their dresses at all

Oh I've seen them myself and you could not in truth

Say that if they were bound for a ball or a bath

Don't be startin' them fashions now Mary Mccree

Where the mountains of mourne sweep down to the sea

You remember young Peter Oloughlin 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 one 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 she'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 Oloughlin 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