I lived in North Belfast for almost 7 years, by the slopes of the Cave Hill; and the view from my bedroom window was an unrestricted one over Belfast in the valley, right to the mountains of County Down. I well remember watching the changing weather patterns… more often than not carrying rain!… as the Mountains of Mourne changed hue, and alternately appeared and disappeared into the mist.
Below you will find a player and link to a version of the tune to the song, “The Mountains of Mourne” that I put together years ago, using bass-guitar, lead-guitar, (both with pick), and multi-effects pedal. I built it from five tracks, using an 8-track mixer.
First though.. here is Wikipedia’s information about the composer and the song, plus the lyrics; below which, you will find the ‘player’ to listen to my version of the tune…..
“The lyrics to the song “The Mountains of Mourne” were written by Irish musician Percy French. It is normally sung to the traditional Irish folk tune Carrigdonn or Carrigdhoun  as it is sometimes spelt. This was the same tune used by Thomas Moore (1779–1852) for his song “Bendemeer’s Stream”.
The song is representative of French’s many works concerning the Irish diaspora. The Mourne Mountains of the title are located in County Down in Northern Ireland.
The song is a whimsical look at the styles, attitudes and fashions of late nineteenth-century London as seen from the point of view of an Irish labourer from a village near the Mountains of Mourne. It is written as if the singer is sending a message to his true love back home. The “sweep down to the sea” refrain was inspired by the view of the mountains from Skerries in north County Dublin.
It contrasts the artificial attractions of the city with the more natural beauty of his homeland.”…..
“Oh Mary this London’s a wonderful sight
There’s people here working by day and by night
They don’t sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat
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 took me a hand at this digging for gold
But for all that I’ve found there I might as well be
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea…
You remember old Peter O’Loughlin of course
He’s here now at the head of the force
I saw him today (while I) was crossing the strand
He stopped the whole line with a wave of his hand
And as we stood talking of the days that are gone
The whole population of London looked on
But for all his fine powers he’s wishful like me
To be where the dark Mournes sweep down to the sea…..
There’s beautiful girls here oh, never you mind
With beautiful shapes nature never designed
With lovely complexions all roses and cream
And O’Loughlin remarks with regards to the same
Of all these fine flowers you venture to sip
The color might all come away on your lip
So I’ll wait for the wild rose that’s waiting for me
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea……
Oh Mary, this London’s a wonderful sight………”
(best via headset or amplified speakers)
I hope you liked it… 😊