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John Mcdermott - The Mountains Of Mourne Lyrics

  • Oh mary this londons a wonderful sight
  • With the people here working by day and by night
  • They dont sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat
  • But theres gangs of them thats what Ive been told
  • So I just ook a hand at this digging for gold
  • But all that I found there I might as well be
  • Where the mountains of mourne sweep down to the sea
  • I believe that when writing a wish you expressed
  • As to how the fine ladies in london were dressed
  • Well if youll believe me, when asked to a ball
  • They dont wear a top to their dresses at all!
  • Oh Ive seen them myself, and you could not in truth,
  • Say if they were bound for a ball or a bath
  • Dont be starting them fashions now, marry machree
  • Where the mountains of mourne sweep down to the sea
  • You remember young peter oloughlin, 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 one 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, hes wishful like me
  • To be back where dark mourne sweeps down to the sea
  • Theres beautiful girls here - oh never you mind!
  • With beautiful shapes nature never designed
  • And lovely complexions, all roses and cream
  • But oloughlin remarked with regard to the same:
  • That if all those roses you venture to sip,
  • The colour might all come away on your lip
  • So Ill wait for the wild rose thats waiting for me
  • Where the mountains of mourne sweep down to the sea

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