Mountains of mourne

LETRA

Mountains of mourne

Oh,Mary this London's a wonderful sight
The people here working by day and by night
They don't saw potatoes, nor barley nor 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
But for all that i've found there i might as well be
In the place where the dark Mournes
sweep down to the sea.

There's beautiful girls here,oh never you mind
Beautiful shapes nature never designed
Lovely complexions of roses and cream
But let me remark with regard to the same

That if at thoses roses you venture to sip
Colors might all come away on yours lips
So i'll wait for the wild rose that's waiting for me
In the place where the dark Mournes
sweep down to the sea

You remember young Davey McClanen of course
Well sure now he's round with the rest of the force
I saw him one day as i was crossing the strand
And he stopped the whole street with a wave
of his hand
And as we stood talking of days that are gone
The whole town of London stood there to look on
But for all his great powers he's whishful like me
To be back where the dark Mournes
sweep down to the sea
But for all his great powers he's whishful like me
To be back where the dark Mournes
sweep down to the sea.