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josef locke - mountains of mourne lyrics

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oh, mary, this london’s a wonderful sight
with people here working by day and by night
they don’t sow potatoes, nor barley, nor wheat
but there’ gangs of them digging for gold in the
streets
at least when i asked them that’s what i was told
so i just took a hand at this diggin’ for gold
but for all that i found there i might as well be
where the mountains of mourne sweep down to the sea

i believe that when writin’ a wish you expressed
as to how the fine ladies in london were dressed
well, if you believe me, when asked to a ball
faith, they don’t wear a top to their dresses at all.
oh, i’ve seen them myself and you could not in truth
say if they were bound for a ball or a bath
don’t be startin’ them fashions now, mary macree
where the mountains of mourne sweep out to the sea

you remember young peter o’loughlin, of course
well, now he is here at the head of the force
i met him today, i was crossing the strand
and he stopped the whole street with a wave of his hand
and there we stood talkin’ of days that are gone
while the whole population of london looked on
but for all these great powers he’s wishful like me
to be back where the dark mourne sweeps down to the sea

there’s beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind
with beautiful shapes nature never designed
and lovely complexions all roses and cream
but o’loughlin remarked with regard to the same
that if at those roses you ventured to sip
the colors might all come away on your lip
so i’ll wait for the wild rose that’s waitin’ for me
where the mountains of mourne sweep down to the sea

- josef locke lyrics

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