[ApplegateRanch]

Aye, Lassie,, did’n ye I ‘ear ye say Mountains of Mourne?

I thought so!

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Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight
The people here are 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 mournes 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 roses waitin’ for me
In the place where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea.

You remember young Davey McClarin of course
Well sure, now, he's ‘round here with the rest of the force
I saw him one day as I was crossing the strand
and he stopped the whole street with a wave of his hand

And as we stood talking 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 mournes sweep down to the sea
But for all his great powers he's wishful like me
to be back where the dark mournes sweep down to the sea

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Oh, Miss Mary; Put the kettle on the ‘arth, I be commin’ ‘ome —there be gold in them thar hills of Mourne!

[JerseyJohn61]

You beat me to it Apple.

Was about to post some lyrics myself
GOOD JOB!

JJ61

[outhousepatrol]

Large cache of gold bars found in Philippines. As for me, I just hunt antique bottles with this equipment.

http://accuratelocators.com/index.html

outhousepatrol

[JerseyJohn61]

This verse I think was missed;

“I remember, while writing, one wish you request’,
as to how the fine ladies in London were dressed.
Well if you’d believe me, when asked to a ball,
they don't wear no tops to their dresses at all.
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 started those fashions now Mary Macree,
in the place where the Dark Mournes sweep down to the sea.”