(Down) The Mountains Of Mourne-Shannon Singers

Oh mary this London's a wonderful sight With people are working by day and by night They don't sow potatoes no barley no 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 For all that I found there I might as well be Where the mountains of mourne sweep down to the sea I believe when they writing a wish you expressed As to how the fine ladies in London were dressed Well if you'll believe me when go to a ball If they don't wear no top to their dresses at all I've seen them myself and you could not in truth Say if they were bound for a ball or a bath Don't be starting them fashions now Mary Mccree Where the mountains of mourne sweep down to the sea You remember young Peter O'Loughlin of course Well he is over here now at the head of the force I met him today I was crossing the strand And he stopped the whole street with one wave of his hand And there we stood talking of days that are gone While the whole population of London looked on For all here 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 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 dark rose that's waiting for me Where the mountains of mourne sweep down to the sea