Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sight

With people here workin' 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 just took a hand at this diggin' for gold

But for all that I found there I might as well be

In the place where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea.



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 that those roses you venture to sip

The colours might all come away on your lips

So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me

In the place where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea.



You remember young Davey Mc Clarin of course

Well sure, now, he's round here with the rest of the force

I saw him one day as I was crossin' the strand

And he stopped the whole street with a wave of his hand

And as we stood talkin' 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 sweep down to the sea



But for all his great powers he's wishful like me

To be back where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea