Kingston Trio The Mountains O`mourne Lyrics

The Mountains O`mourne Lyrics

P. French/H. Collisson



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
sweeps 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 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
sweeps 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.