Moutains o Mourne

Time: 3/4

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Oh, Mary, this London's a 
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wonderful sight
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With people here working by day and 
by night
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They don't sow potatoes nor barley 
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nor wheat
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But there's gangs of them diggin' 
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for gold in the street
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At least when I asked them, that's 
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what I was told
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So I just took a hand at this 
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diggin' for gold
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But for all that I've found there, 
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I might as well be
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In the place where the dark Mourne 
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sweeps down to the sea

Verse 2:
I believe that when writin' a wish 
you expressed
As to how the fine ladies of London 
were dressed
But if you'll believe me, when asked
 to a ball
They don't wear no tops to their 
dresses at all
Oh, I've seen them myself and you 
could not in truth
Tell if they were bound for a ball 
or a bath
Don't be startin' them fashions now,
 Mary McRee,
In the place where the dark Mourne 
sweeps down to the sea

Verse 3:
There's beautiful girls here, oh, 
never you mind
Beautiful shapes Nature never 
designed
Lovely complexions of roses and 
cream
But let me remark with regard to the
 same
That if at those roses you venture 
to sit
The colors might all come away on 
your lip
So I'll wait for the wild rose 
that's waitin' for me
In the place where the dark Mourne 
sweeps down to the sea

Verse 4:
You remember young Diddy McClaren, 
of course
But he's over here with the rest of 
the force
I saw him one day as he stood on the
 strand
Stopped all the traffic with a wave 
of his hand
As we were talking of days that are 
gone
The whole town of London stood there
 to look on
But for all his great powers, he's 
wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne 
sweeps down to the sea