Текст песни Mountains of Mourne - Daniel O'Donnell

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 streets
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 in London were dressed
Well, if you believe me when asked to a ball
Fit they don't wear no tucks to 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 McCree
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea

You remember young Peter O'Loughlin, of course
Well he's over here at the head of the force
Sure 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 his great powers he's wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mournes sweep down to the sea

There's beautiful girls here but ah, never 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 lips
So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waiting for me
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea