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Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful
With people here working by day and by
They don't sow nor barley nor wheat
But there's gangs of 'em for gold in the street

At least when I them, that's what I was told
So I just took a at this diggin' for gold
But for all that found there, I might as well be
In the place where the dark Mourne down to the sea

I that when writin' a wish you expressed
As to how the ladies in London were dressed
But if you'll believe me, when to a ball
They don't wear no to their dresses at all

Oh, I've seen myself and you could not in truth
Tell it if they were bound for a ball or a
Don't be startin' them now, Mary McRee
In the where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea

There's girls here, oh, never you mind
shapes, nature never designed
Lovely complexions of roses and
But let me remark with to the same

That if at those roses you to sit
The colors might all come on your lip
So I'll wait for the rose that's waitin' for me
In the place the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea

You remember young McClaren, of course
But he's over here with the rest of the
I saw him one day as he stood on the
all the traffic with a wave of his hand

As we were talking of days are gone
The whole town of London stood to look on
But for all his great powers, wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne down to the sea