The Mountains O' Mourne

The Mountains O' Mourne - The Kingston Trio

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 mourne the more sweeps down to the sea

I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed

As to how the fine ladies of London were dressed

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

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

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

Said if they were bound for a ball or a bath

Don't be startin' them fashions now Mary Mcree

where the mourne the more sweeps down to the sea

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

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 waiting for me

In the place where the dark mourne sweeps down to the sea