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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 there's gangs of diggin' 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 I found there I might as well be
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep to the sea.

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

Oh There's ladies, now never you mind
shapes nature never designed
lovely complexions of roses and
But let me remark with regard to the
For if that those you venture to sip
The color all come away 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 Danny of course
Well he's over here the rest of the force
I saw him today I was walking the strand
And he stopped all the traffic a wave of his hand
And as we stood of days that had gone
The whole town of stood there to look on
But for all his great power wishful like me
To be back where the Mourne sweeps down to the sea
Where the mountains of mourne down to the sea