LetraThe Mountains of Morne

The Evergreens

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Oh Mary this London′s a wonderful sight With the people here working by day and by night They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat

But there′s gangs of them digging 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 digging 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 writing a wish you expressed As to how the fine ladies of London were dressed Well if you believe me, when asked to a ball They don't wear a top on 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 starting them fashions now Mary Macree Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down 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 one wave of his hand And there we stood talking 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 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 venture to sip The colours 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 sea

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