Oh, FIRST NAME OF FEMALE IN ROOM, this London's a(n) ADJECTIVE sight
With people here working by day and by night.
They don't sow FOOD PLURAL nor FOOD nor wheat,
But there's gangs of them VERB END IN ING for gold in the street.
At least when I VERB PAST TENSE them, that's what I was told
So I just took a hand at this VERB END IN ING for gold
But for all that I've found there, I might as well be
In the place where the ADJECTIVE Mourne VERB PRESENT TENSE down to the sea.
I believe that when writin' a NOUN you expressed
As to how the fine PLURAL NOUN of London were dressed
But if you'll VERB me, when asked to a ball
They don't wear no PLURAL NOUN to their dresses at all
Oh, I've seen them myself and you could not in truth
Tell if they were bound for a(n) NOUN or a bath
Don't be startin' them fashions now, FULL NAME OF FEMALE IN ROOM,
In the place where the ADJECTIVE Mourne sweeps 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 those roses you venture to sit
The colors might all come away on your lip
So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea
You remember young Diddy McClaren, of course
But he's over here with the rest of the force
I saw him one day as he stood on the strand
Stopped all the traffic with a wave of his hand
As we were 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 Mourne sweeps down to the sea
