Oh Mary this London's
a wonderful sight
With people here
working 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've
found there I
might as well be
In the place where
the dark Mourne
sweeps down
to the sea
I believe that
when writing a
wish you expressed
As to how the
fine ladies of London
were dressed
But if you'll
believe me
when asked
to a ball
They don't wear
no tops to their
dresses at all
Oh I've seen them
myself and you
could not in truth
Tell if they were
bound for a
ball or a bath
Don't be startin
them fashions
now Mary McRee
In the place where
the dark Mourne
sweeps down
to the sea