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Dear Mary this London's a wonderful
Oh There's people here workin' by day and by
They don't potatoes, nor barley, or wheat
But there's gangs of them for gold in the street
At least when I them that's what I was told
So I just took a hand at this diggin' for
But for all that I there I might as well be
Where the Mountains of sweep down to the sea.

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

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

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