The Mountains Of Mourne

The Mountains Of 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 found there I might as well be

Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea

I believe that when writing a wish you expressed as to

How the fine ladies in 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 me-self 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

There's beautiful girls here oh never you mind with

Beautiful shapes nature never designed

And lovely complexions all 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