The Mountains of Mourne-John Roche

[ti:The Mountains of Mourne] [ar:John Roche] [al:Songs of Percy French's Ireland] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Mountains of Mourne (蒙内之山) - John Roche [00:05.49]Written by： Percy French [00:10.99]Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sight [00:15.55]With people here working by day and by night [00:19.95] [00:20.47]They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat [00:25.04]But there's gangs of them digging for gold in the street [00:29.69]At least when I asked them that's what I was told [00:34.74]So I just took a hand at this digging for gold [00:40.17]But for all that I found there I might as well be [00:45.47]Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea [00:51.36] [00:52.06]I believe that when writing a wish you expressed [00:56.05] [00:56.70]As to know how the fine ladies in London were dressed [01:00.88]Well if you'll believe me when asked to a ball [01:05.36]They don't wear no top to their dresses at all [01:10.09]Oh I've seen them meself and you could not in truth [01:14.53]Say if they were bound for a ball or a bath [01:20.67] [01:21.38]Don't be starting such fashions now Mary mo chroí [01:26.56]Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea [01:32.52] [01:37.18]You remember young Peter O'Loughlin of course [01:41.56]Well now he is here at the head of the force [01:45.72]I met him today I was crossing the Strand [01:49.78]And he stopped the whole street with a wave of his hand [01:54.51]And there we stood talkin' of days that are gone [01:59.03]While the whole population of London looked on [02:05.16] [02:05.71]But for all these great powers he's wishful like me [02:11.49]To be back where the dark Mournes sweep down to the sea [02:18.09] [02:19.43]There's beautiful girls here oh never you mind [02:25.17]With beautiful shapes nature never designed [02:29.95]And lovely complexions all roses and cream [02:34.84]But let me remark with regard to the same [02:39.86]That if of those roses you venture to sip [02:44.94]The colours might all come away on your lip [02:52.79]So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waiting for me [03:01.74] [03:02.27]Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea