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