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  Mary this London's a wonderful sight
 With people here  by day and by night
 They  sow potatoes, nor barley, nor wheat
 But there's gangs of them diggin' for  in the street
 At  when I asked them that's what I was told
 So I  took a hand at this diggin' for gold
  for all that I found there I might as well be
 In the  where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea.
 
 
 
 There's  girls here, Oh never you mind
 Beautiful  nature never designed
 lovely complexions  roses and cream
 But let me  with regard to the same
 That if at that those roses  venture to sip
 The colours might all come away on  lips
 So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for 
 In the place where  dark Mourne sweep down to the sea.
 
 
 
 
  remember young Davey Mc Clarin of course
 Well sure, now, he's round here with the rest  the force
 I  him one day as I was crossin’ the strand
 And he stopped the whole street with a wave of his 
 And as we stood talkin’ of  that are gone
 The whole town of London  there to look on
 But for all his great powers he's wishful like 
 To be back where the dark Mourne  down to the sea
 
 But for all  great powers he's wishful like me
 To be  where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea