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Mountains O'Mourne

Mountains of Mourne

  • 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 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 are dressed
  • Well if you 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 thrath
  • （truth）
  • Say if they were bound for a ball or a bath
  • Don't be startin' them fashions now Mary Machree
  • Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea
  • I've seen England's king from the top of a bus
  • And I've never known him but he means to know us
  • And tho' by the Saxon we once were oppressed
  • Still I cheered God forgive me I cheered with the rest
  • And now that he's visited Erin's green shore
  • We'll be much better friends than we've been heretofore
  • When we've got all we want we're as quiet as can be
  • Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea
  • You remember young Peter O'Loughlin 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 a 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 he'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 O'Loughlin 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
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