The Mountains Of Mourne Lyrics - John Mcdermott

Oh mary this london's a wonderful sight 

With the people here working by day and by night 

They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat 

But there's gangs of them that's what I've 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 you'll believe me, when asked to a ball 

They don't wear a top 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 be starting them fashions now, marry machree 

Where the mountains of mourne sweep down to the sea 

You remember young peter o'loughlin, 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, he's wishful like me 

To be back where dark mourne sweeps down to the sea 

There's beautiful girls here - oh never you mind! 

With beautiful shapes nature never designed 

And lovely complexions, all roses and 'cream 

But o'loughlin 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 I'll wait for the wild rose that's waiting for me 

Where the mountains of mourne sweep down to the sea