Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sight   With people here workin' 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   In the place where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea.      There's beautiful girls here, Oh never you mind   Beautiful shapes nature never designed   lovely complexions of roses and cream   But let me remark with regard to the same   That if at that those roses you venture to sip   The colours might all come away on your lips   So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me   In the place where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea.      You remember young Davey Mc Clarin of course   Well sure, now, he's round here with the rest of the force   I saw him one day as I was crossin’ the strand   And he stopped the whole street with a wave of his hand   And as we stood talkin’ of days that are gone   The whole town of London stood there to look on   But for all his great powers he's wishful like me   To be back where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea      But for all his great powers he's wishful like me   To be back where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea