Mountains O'Mourne
(专辑: Playin' Favorites - 1973)
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 digging 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 digging for gold But for all that I've found there, I
might as well be In the
place where the
dark Mourne sweeps down to the
sea I
believe that when writing a
wish you expressed As to how the
fine ladies of London were dressed But if you'll 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 truth Tell if they were bound for a
ball or a
bath Don't be starting them fashions now, Mary McRee, In the
place where the
dark Mourne sweeps down to the
sea There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind Beautiful shapes Nature never designed Lovely complexions of 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 your lip So I'll wait for the
wild rose that's waiting for me In the
place where the
dark Mourne sweeps down to the
sea You remember young Diddy McClaren, of course But he's over here with the
rest of the
force I
saw him one day as he stood on the
strand Stopped all the
traffic with a
wave of his hand As we were talking of days that are gone The
whole town of London stood there to look on But for all his great powers, he's wishful like me To be back where the
dark Mourne sweeps down to the
sea