Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sight

With people here workin' by day and by night

They don't sow potatoes, nor barley, nor 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've seen England's King from the top of a bus,

I've never known him, tho' he means to know us.

And tho' by the Saxon we once were oppressed,

Still, I cheered, God forgive me, I cheered with the rest.

And now that he's visited Erin's green shore,

We'll be much better friends that we've been heretofore,

When we've got all we want we're as quiet as can be,

Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

 

You remember young Peter O'Loughlin of course,

Well he's over 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 talkin' of days that are gone,

While the whole population of London looked on.

But for all these great powers he's wishfull like me,

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

 

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 top to their dresses at all

Oh I've seen them meself 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 of Mourne sweep 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

O'Loughlin remarks with regard to the same

That if that those roses you venture to sip

The colours might 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.

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