The Mountains Of Mourne Lyrics - Charlie Landsborough

Dear Mary this London's a wonderful sight 

Oh There's people here workin' by day and by night 

They don't plant potatoes, nor barley, or wheat 

But there's gangs of them diggin' 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 diggin' for gold 

But for all that I found there I might as well be 

Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea. 

I believe that in writin' a wish you expressed 

As to how the fine ladies in London are dressed 

Well if you'll believe me, when asked to a ball 

Oh They don't wear no tops to their dresses at all 

Oh I've seen them myself and you could not in truth 

Say if they were bound for a ball or a bath 

Don't go startin' them fashions, now Mary McCree 

Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea. 

Oh There's beautiful ladies, now never you mind 

Loveliest shapes nature never designed 

lovely complexions of roses and cream 

But let me remark with regard to the same 

For if that those roses you venture to sip 

The color would all come away on your lip 

So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me 

In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea. 

You remember young Danny McClearin of course 

Well he's over here with the rest of the force 

I saw him today while I was walking the strand 

And he stopped all the traffic with a wave of his hand 

And as we stood talking of days that had gone 

The whole town of London stood there to look on 

But for all his great power he's wishful like me 

To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea 

Where the mountains of mourne sweep down to the sea