Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sight ?Where the people are working by day and by night?They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat?But there's gangs of them digging for gold in the streets?At least when I asked them that's what I was told? So I soon took a hand in this digging for gold ?But for all that I found there I might as well be?Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea



You remember young Peter O'Loughlin of course ?Well now he’s over  here now at the head of the force ?I saw him today as I walked down the strand ?And he stopped all the traffic with one wave of his hand ?And there we stood talking of days that were gone ?While the whole population of London looked on,?But for all his fine powers he's wishing like me ?To be back where the dark Moume sweep down to the sea.



There's beautiful girls here now, never you mind? Beautiful shapes nature never designed? Lovely complexions of peaches and cream? And lips like a rose in the soft summer rain ?But if at those roses you venture to sip? The colour will all come away on your lips? So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waiting for me ?In the place where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea