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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 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 O’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’ll believe me when asked to a ball, they don’t wear no top to

their dresses at all

Oh, I’ve seen them meself 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

There’s beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind, with beautiful shapes nature

never designed

And lovely complexions, all 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 waitin' for me in the place where the

dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea

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