The Mountains of Mourne
(Words by Percy French, ca 1900. Melody trad.)
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 just took a hand at this diggin` for gold;
But for all that I`ve found there, I might as well be
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.
I believe that when writin` a wish you expressed
As to how the fine lAdies of London are dressed.
Well if you believe me, when asked to a ball
They don`t wear no tops to their dresses at all.
Oh, I`ve seen them myself and you could not, in thrath
(truth)
Say if they were bound for a ball, or a bath,
Don`t be startin` them fashions now, Mary Machree,
Where the etc.
I`ve seen England`s king from the top of a bus
And I`ve never known him, but he means to know us.
And tho` by the Saxon we once were oppressed,
Still I cheered, God forgive me, I cheered with the rest.
And now that he`s visited Erin`s green shore
We`ll be much better friends than we`ve been heretofore
When we`ve got all we want, we`re as quiet as can be
Where the etc.
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 a 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 the 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 colors might all come away on your lip
So I`ll wait for the wild rose that`s waitin` for me
Where the etc.
recorded by Kendall Morse
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