Lyrics:

Oh, Mary, this London''s a wonderful sightWith people here working by day and by nightThey don''t sow potatoes nor barley nor 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''ve found there, I might as well beIn the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the seaI believe that when writin'' a wish you expressedAs to how the fine ladies in London were dressedWell if you''ll believe me, when asked to a ballThey don''t wear no tops to their dresses at allOh, I''ve seen them myself and you could not in truthTell it if they were bound for a ball or a bathDon''t be startin'' them fashions now, Mary McReeIn the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the seaThere''s beautiful girls here, oh, never you mindBeautiful shapes Nature never designedLovely complexions of roses and creamBut let me remark with regard to the sameThat if at those roses you venture to sipThe colors might 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 seaYou remember young Diddy McClaren, of courseWell he''s over here with the rest of the forceI saw him one day as he stood on the StrandStopped all the traffic with a wave of his handAnd as we were talking of days that are goneThe whole town of London stood there to look onBut for all his great powers, he''s wishful like meTo be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea