Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sight
The people here are workin' 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 her hand at this diggin' for gold
But for all that I 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