Tarkio
Mountains Of Mourne
Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sight
There's people here working by day and by night
They don't sew potatoes nor barley nor wheat
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 took me a hand at this digging for gold
But for all that I've found there I might as well be
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea
You remember old Peter old Auckland of course
He's here now at the head of the force
I saw him today he was crossing the strand
SongtexteHe stopped the whole line with a wave of his hand
And as we stood talking the days that are gone
The whole population of London looked on
But for all his fine powers he's wishful like me
To be where the dark Mournes sweep down to the sea
There's beautiful girls here oh, never you mind
With beautiful shapes that you never designed
With lovely complexions all roses and cream
Of all these fine flowers you venture to sip
You know they might all come away on your lip
So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waiting for me Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea
Oh Mary, this London's a wonderful sight
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