Percy French
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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'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 a hand at this diggin' for gold
But for all that I've found there, I might as well be
In the place where the dark Mourne
sweeps down to the sea
I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies of London were dressed
And if you'll believe me, when asked to a ball
They don't wear no tops on their dresses at all
Oh, I've seen them myself and you would not in truth
say if they were bound for a ball or a bath
Don't be startin' them fashions now, Mary mo chroí,
In the place where the dark Mourne
sweeps down to the sea
Oh 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
if one of those roses you venture to sip
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
You remember young Denny McClaren, of course
he's over here with the rest of the force
I met him one day as he stood on the strand
Stopped all the traffic with a wave of his hand
As we stood 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
