Lyrics:

Oh, Mary This Londons A Wonderful Sight
with The People Here Workin By Day And By Night
they Dont Sow Potatoes, Nor Barley, Nor Wheat
but Theres Gangs Of Them Diggin For Gold In The Street.

at Least When I Asked Them Thats 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 When Writin 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 No Top To Their Dresses At All.

oh, Ive Seen Them Myself And You Could Not In Truth
they Say That If They Were Bound For A Ball Or A Bath
dont Be Startin Them Fashions, Now Mary Mccree
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 The Dark Mourne Sweeps Down To The Sea.

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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 At Those Roses You Venture To Sip
the Colors Might All Come Away On Your Lip
so Ill Wait For The Wild Rose Thats Waitin For Me
where The Mountains Of Mourne Sweep Down To The Sea...