The Mountains Of Mourne-Molly Malones

[ti:The Mountains Of Mourne] [ar:Molly Malones] [al:A Bit Of The Blarney] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Mountains Of Mourne (蒙内之山) - Molly Malones [00:10.11]Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sight [00:16.76]With people all working by day and by night [00:23.95]They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat [00:30.43]But there's gangs of them digging for gold in the street [00:37.40]At least when I asked them that's what I was told [00:44.45]So I just took a hand at this digging for gold [00:51.39]For all that I found there I might as well be [00:57.70]Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea [01:06.47]I believe that when writing a wish you expressed [01:13.15]As to how the fine ladies in London were dressed [01:19.51] [01:20.32]Well if you'll believe me when go to a ball [01:26.76]They don't wear no top to their dresses at all [01:33.17] [01:33.90]I've seen them meself and you could not in truth [01:40.04] [01:40.66]Say if they were bound for a ball or a bath [01:47.32]Don't be starting such fashions now Mary Macree [01:54.11]Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea [02:01.51] [02:09.96]Remember young Peter O'Loughlin of course [02:16.20]Well he is over here now at the head of the force [02:22.64] [02:23.34]I met him today I was crossing the Strand [02:29.86]And he stopped the whole street with a wave of his hand [02:36.45] [02:36.97]And there we stood talkin' of days that are gone [02:43.50]While the whole population of London looked on [02:50.39]For all these great powers he's wishful like me [02:57.11]To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea [03:04.49] [03:05.74]There's beautiful girls here oh never you mind [03:12.64]With beautiful shapes nature never designed [03:19.33] [03:19.94]Lovely complexions all roses and cream [03:26.24]But let me remark with regard to the same: [03:32.83] [03:33.35]That if of those roses you venture to sip [03:39.50] [03:40.08]The colours might all come away on your lip [03:46.26] [03:46.83]So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waiting for me [03:53.53]Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea