The Mountains O’Mourne The Kingston Trio

[Verse 1]
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 'em diggin' for gold in the street

[Verse 2]
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 O'Mourne sweep down to the sea

[Verse 3]
I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies in London were dressed
Well, if you'll believe me when asked to a ball
They don't wear no top to their dresses at all

[Verse 4]
Oh, I've seen them myself, and you could not in truth
Say that if they were bound for a ball or a bath
Don't be startin' them fashions, now, Mary McCree
Where the Mountains O'Mourne sweep down to the sea

[Verse 5]
There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind
Beautiful shapes nature never designed
And lovely complexions, all roses and cream
But let me remark with regard to the same