[Lyric] The Mountains OMourne (Peter Dawson)

[Verse 1]
Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight
With the people here workin’ by day and by night
They don't sow potaties nor barley nor wheat
But there's gangs of them diggin’ for gold in the street

[Verse 2]
At least when I asked them that's what I was told
So, I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold
But for all that I found there I might as well be
Where the Mountains O'Mourne sweep down to the sea

[Verse 3]
I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies in London were dressed
Well, if you'll believe me when asked to a ball
They don't wear no tops to their dresses at all

[Verse 4]
Oh, I've seen them myself, and you could not in truth
Say that if they were bound for a ball or a bath
Don’t be startin’ them fashions, now, Mary McCree
Where the Mountains O'Mourne sweep down to the sea
[Verse 5]
There be beautiful girls here, oh, never mind
With wonderful forms nature never designed
And lovely complexions, all roses and cream
But let me remark with regard to them same

[Verse 6]
That if at those roses you venture to sip
The color would all come away on your lip
So, I’ll wait for my wild rose that's waitin' for me
Where the Mountains O'Mourne sweep down to the sea