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 In the place where the dark Mournes 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 you'll believe me, when asked to a ball
They don't wear no tops to their dresses at all
Oh I've seen them myself 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
In the place where the dark Mournes sweep down to the sea.
There's beautiful girls here, oh never you mind
beautiful shapes nature never designed Lovely complexions all roses and cream
But let me remark with regard to the same That if that those roses you venture to sip
The colors 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.
You remember young Denny McLaren of course well he's over here with the rest of the force
I saw him one day as he stood on the strand stopped all the traffic with one wave
of his hand And as we were talking of days that are gone
the whole town of London stood there to look on But for all his great power he's wishin' like
me to be back where the dark Mournes sweeps down
to the sea