Oh, Mary, this land is a wonderful sight The people here are 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 moors sweep down to the sea
There's beautiful girls here, oh never you mind
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