The Mountains Of Mourne - The Kingston Trio
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 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 believe that when writing 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 me-self 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 but
Let me remark with regard to the same
That if at 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 waiting for me
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea