Campfire Songs
Run by the Retired Scouter.

Retired Scouter Campfire Songs 


Mountains Of Mourn


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 digging for gold in the streets

At least when I asked them that's what I was told
So I just took a hand at this digging for gold
But for all that I found there I might as well be
where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

You remember young Peter O'Loughlin of course
Well now he is here at the head of the force
I met him today he was crossing the strand
And he stopped the whole street with one wave of his hand

And there we stood talking of days that were gone
While the whole population of London looked on
But for all his great powers he is wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.