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Dear Mary this London's a wonderful
Oh There's people here workin' by day and by
They plant potatoes, nor barley, or wheat
But gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street
At least I asked them that's what I was told
So I just took a hand at this for gold
But for all I found there I might as well be
Where the of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

I believe that in writin' a you expressed
As to how the fine in London are dressed
if you'll believe me, when asked to a ball
Oh They wear no tops to their dresses at all
Oh I've seen them and you could not in truth
Say if they were for a ball or a bath
Don't go startin' fashions, now Mary McCree
Where the of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

Oh There's ladies, now never you mind
Loveliest nature never designed
lovely complexions of roses and
But let me with regard to the same
For if those roses you venture to sip
The color would all come on your lip
So I'll wait for the rose that's waitin' for me
In the where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.

You remember young McClearin of course
Well over here with the rest of the force
I saw him today while I was the strand
And he stopped all the traffic with a wave of his
And as we stood of days that had gone
The whole town of London stood there to on
But for all his great he's wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps to the sea
Where the mountains of mourne sweep to the sea