Nathan Carter - Mountains of Mourne

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 diggin' for gold in the street
But 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've found there I might as well be
In the place where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea

I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies of London were dressed
But if you'll believe me when asked to a ball
They don't wear no tops to their dresses at all
I've seen them myself and you could not in truth
Tell if they were bound for a ball or a bath
Don't be startin' them fashions now Mary McRee
In the place where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea

There's beautiful girls here, oh never you mind
Beautiful shapes nature never designed
Lovely complexions of roses and cream
But let me remark 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
In the place where the dark Mourn sweep down to the sea

You remember young Danny McClaren, of course
Well now he's round here with the rest of the force
I saw him one day as I was passing the Strand
And he stopped the whole street with one wave of his hand
And as we were talkin’ of days that are gone
The whole town of London stood there to look on
But for all his great powers he's wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea

But for all his great powers he's wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea

Written by:
Nathan Carter

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Lyrics © BARDIS MUSIC, USA ATTN: PETER BARDON

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