Karaoké The Mountains of Mourne Irish Mist

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 I 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