This song tells of a plain simple man from the
countryside of Ireland, who goes to seek work in London
but misses his homeland.
The English Lyrics (from Percy French) are:
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
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
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the
Although this work was originally written for Folk
Instruments, I created this arrangement for Flute, Oboe
& Celtic or Concert (Pedal) Harp.