Mountains Of Mourne - Paddy O'Connor & Friends

Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sight

With people here working by day and by night

They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat

But there's gangs of them digging for gold in the street

At least when I asked them that's what I was told

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 never knew him though he means to know us

And tho' by the Sxon 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 than 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

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 at 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

Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea

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

Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea