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The Mountains of Mourne - David Hobson
Composed by：Traditional
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 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 believe me when asked to the ball
Faith they don't wear no tops to their dresses at all
Oh I've seen it myself and you could you in truth
Say if they're bound for a ball or a bath
Don't be startin' those fashions now Molly Machree
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea
You remember young Peter O'Laughlin of course
Well now he is here at the head of the force
I saw him one day I was crossing the strand
And he stopped the whole street with one wave of his hand
And there we stood talking of days long gone
While the whole population of London looked on
But for all his great power he's wishin' like me
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea
There are beautiful girls here-Oh never you mind
With beautiful shapes nature never designed
And lovely complexions all roses and cream
But O'Laughlin remarked with regard to the same
That if at those roses you venture to sip
The colours 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
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea
