Percy French - The Mountains Of Mourne lyrics
rate me(Words by Percy French, ca 1900. Melody trad.)<br />
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Oh Mary, this London's a wonderful sight,<br />
With people here working by day and by night.<br />
They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat<br />
But there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street.<br />
At least, when I asked them that's what I was told<br />
So I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold;<br />
But for all that I've found there, I might as well be<br />
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.<br />
I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed<br />
As to how the fine lAdies of London are dressed.<br />
Well if you believe me, when asked to a ball<br />
They don't wear no tops to their dresses at all.<br />
Oh, I've seen them myself and you could not, in thrath<br />
(truth)<br />
Say if they were bound for a ball, or a bath,<br />
Don't be startin' them fashions now, Mary Machree,<br />
Where the etc.<br />
I've seen England's king from the top of a bus<br />
And I've never known him, but he means to know us.<br />
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And tho' by the Saxon we once were oppressed,<br />
Still I cheered, God forgive me, I cheered with the rest.<br />
And now that he's visited Erin's green shore<br />
We'll be much better friends than we've been heretofore<br />
When we've got all we want, we're as quiet as can be<br />
Where the etc.<br />
You remember young Peter O'Loughlin of course<br />
Well now he is here at the head of the Force.<br />
I met him today, I was crossing the Strand<br />
And he stopped the whole street with a wave of his hand.<br />
And there we stood talking of days that are gone<br />
While the whole population of London looked on;<br />
But for all these great powers, he's wishful, like me<br />
To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.<br />
There's beautiful girls here --- Oh, never you mind ---<br />
With beautiful shapes nature never designed.<br />
And lovely complexions all roses and cream,<br />
But O'Loughlin remarked with regard to the same<br />
That if at those roses you venture to sip<br />
The colors might all come away on your lip<br />
So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me