Letra de 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 streetAt 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 seaYou remember old Peter O'Loughlin of course He's here now at the head of the force I saw him today he was crossing the strand He stopped the whole line with a wave of his handAnd 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 seaThere's beautiful girls here oh, never you mind With beautiful shapes nature never designed With lovely complexions all roses and cream But O'Loughlin remarked with regards to the same "Of all these fine flowers you venture to sip The colour 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 seaOh Mary, this London's a wonderful sight