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Lyrics
Have you seen the old man
In the closed down market
Kicking up the papers
With his worn out shoes?
In his eyes, you see no pride
Hand held loosely at his side
Yesterday’s paper
Telling yesterday’s news
So, how can you tell me you’re lonely
And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
Show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair
And her clothes in rags?
She’s no time for talking
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home
In two carrier bags
So, how can you tell me you’re lonely
And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
Show you something to make you change your mind
In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven
Same old man
Sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea cup
Each tea lasts an hour
And he wanders home alone
So, how can you tell me you’re lonely?
Don’t say for you that the sun don’t shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
Show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old man
Outside the seaman’s mission
Memory fading with
The medal ribbons that he wears?
In our winter city
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn’t care
So, how can you tell me you’re lonely
And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Ralph Mc Tell
Streets of London lyrics © Westminster Music Ltd





Lumiere
When all beside a vigil keep,
The West’s asleep, the West’s asleep –
Alas! and well may Erin weep
When Connacht lies in slumber deep.
There lake and plain smile fair and free,
‘Mid rocks their guardian chivalry.
Sing, Oh! let man learn liberty
From crashing wind and lashing sea.
That chainless wave and lovely land
Freedom and nationhood demand;
Be sure the great God never planned
For slumb’ring slaves a home so grand.
And long a brave and haughty race
Honoured and sentinelled the place.
Sing, Oh! not even their sons’ disgrace
Can quite destroy their glory’s trace.
For often, in O’Connor’s van,
To triumph dashed each Connacht clan.
And fleet as deer the Normans ran
Thro’ Corrsliabh Pass and Ardrahan;
And later times saw deeds as brave,
And glory guards Clanricard’s grave,
Sing, Oh! they died their land to save
At Aughrim’s slopes and Shannon’s wave.
And if, when all a vigil keep,
The West’s asleep! the West’s asleep!
Alas! and well may Erin weep
That Connacht lies in s1umber deep.
But, hark! a voice like thunder spake,
The West’s awake! the West’s awake!
Sing, Oh! hurrah! let England quake,
We’ll watch till death for Erin’s sake
Source: Musixmatch


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Lyrics
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 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 Mourne
Sweeps down to the sea
I believe that when writin’
A wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies
In London were dressed
Well if you’ll believe me
When asked to a ball
They don’t wear no tops to
Their dresses at all
Oh, I’ve seen them myself and
You could not in truth
Tell it if they were bound for
A ball or a bath
Don’t be startin’ them fashions now
Mary McRee
In the place where the dark 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 sip
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
Well 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
And 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
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Colin Meloy
Mountains of Mourne lyrics © BMG Rights Management
