Oh Mary, this London's

a wonderful sight

with the people here

workin' by day and by night

They don't grow 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

where the

mountains of mourne

sweep down to the sea

Remember young

Peter o'laughlin of course

he's over here now

at the head of the force

I met him today

as I walked down the strand

sure, he stopped

all the traffic

with one wave of his hand

As we stood there

and talked of the

days that were gone

sure, the whole population

of London looked on

But for all his great powers

he's longing like me

to be back where

the dark mourne

sweeps down to the sea

There's beautiful girls here

ah, should never mind

with wonderful shapes

Nature never designed

Lovely complexions

all roses and cream

as o'laughlin remarked

with regards to the same

But if at those roses

you happened to sip

sure, the colour

would all come

away on your lips

So, I wait for my Wild Rose

who's waiting for me

where the

mountains of mourne

sweep down to the sea

Oh Mary, this London's

a wonderful sight

with the people here

workin' by day and by night

They don't grow 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

where the

mountains of mourne

sweep down to the sea