Текст песни Charlie Landsborough - The Mountains Of Mourne
Charlie Landsborough - The Mountains Of Mourne слова песни
Dear Mary this London`s a wonderful sightOh There`s people here workin` by day and by nightThey don`t plant potatoes, nor barley, or wheatBut there`s gangs of them diggin` for gold in the streetAt least when I asked them that`s what I was toldSo I just took a hand at this diggin` for goldBut for all that I found there I might as well beWhere the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.I believe that in writin` a wish you expressedAs to how the fine ladies in London are dressedWell if you`ll believe me, when asked to a ballOh They don`t wear no tops to their dresses at allOh I`ve seen them myself and you could not in truthSay if they were bound for a ball or a bathDon`t go startin` them fashions, now Mary McCreeWhere the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.Oh There`s beautiful ladies, now never you mindLoveliest shapes nature never designedlovely complexions of roses and creamBut let me remark with regard to the sameFor if that those roses you venture to sipThe color would all come away on your lipSo I`ll wait for the wild rose that`s waitin` for meIn the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.You remember young Danny McClearin of courseWell he`s over here with the rest of the forceI saw him today while I was walking the strandAnd he stopped all the traffic with a wave of his handAnd as we stood talking of days that had gone The whole town of London stood there to look on But for all his great power he`s wishful like me To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the seaWhere the mountains of mourne sweep down to the sea