P. French/H. Collisson
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' f
or 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 where the Mountains O'Mourne s
weeps down to the sea.
I believe that when writing a wish you expressed as to how the fine ladies in Lo
ndon were dressed,
Well, if you'll believe me when asked to a ball, they don't wear no top to their
dresses at all.
Oh, I've seen them myself and you could not in truth say that if they were bound
for a ball or a bath,
Don't be startin' them fashions, now, Mary McCree, where the Mountains O'Mourne
sweeps down to the sea.
There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind, with beautiful shapes nature n
ever designed,
And lovely complexions, all roses and cream but let me remark with regard to the
same
That if at those roses you venture to sip, the colors might all come away on you
r lip,
So, I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me in the place where the dar
k Mourne sweeps down to the sea.
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