The Mountains of the Mourne

The Starlite Orchestra - The Mountains Of Mourne

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 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

But for all that I found there I might as well be

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

And lovely let me remark with regard to the same

That if that 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

Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea