MOUNTAINS OF MOURNE (midi)    (Listen to sample)

 

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1. Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight

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    with people here working by day and by night.

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    They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat,

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    but there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street.

 

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    At least when I asked them, that's what I was told,

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    so I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold.

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    But for all that I've found there, I might as well be,

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    in the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.

 

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2.  I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed,

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    as to how the fine ladies in London were dressed.

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    But if you'll believe me, when asked to a ball,

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    they don't wear no tops to their dresses at all.

 

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    Oh, I've seen them myself and you could not in truth,

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    tell if they were bound for a ball or a bath.

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    Don't be startin' them fashions now, Mary McRee,

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    in the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.

 

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3. There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind,

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    beautiful shapes nature never designed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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    Lovely complexions of roses and cream,

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    but let me remark with regard to the same.

 

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    That if at those roses you ventured to sip,

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    the colors might all come away on your lip.

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    So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me,

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    in the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.

 

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4. You remember young Danny McClaren, of course,

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    but he's over here with the rest of the force.

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    I saw him one day as he stood on the Strand,

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    stopped all the traffic with a wave of his hand.

 

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    And as we were talking of days that are gone,

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    the whole town of London stood there to look on.

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    But for all his great powers, he's wishful like me,

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    to be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.

 

    (Don McLean)