First Verse
Oh___ Ma-ry, this Lon-don's a won-der-ful sight,
with the peo-ple all wor-king by day and by night,
At least when I asked them, that's what I was told,
So I just took a hand at that dig - ging for gold;
But for all that I've found there, I might as well be where the 
Mountains of Mo-urne sweep down to the sea.

Second Verse
They__ don't plant po-ta-toes nor bar-ley nor wheat,
but there's gangs of them dig-ging for gold in the street,
At least when I asked them, that's what I was told,
So I just took a hand at that dig - ging for gold;
But for all that I've found there, I might as well be where the 
Mountains of Mo-urne sweep down to the sea. 

Third Verse
I be-lieve that when writin', a wish you expressed,
As to how the fine ladies in London was dressed;
Now, if you'll be-lieve me, when asked to a ball,
Faith, they don't wear no tops to their dresses at all.
I've seen them myself, and I would not in troth
Tell if they was bound for a ball or the bath
Don't be startin' them fashions now, May McCree,
Where the Mountains of Mo-urne sweep down to the sea.

Fourth Verse
Such beautiful creatures here, och, never mind,
With won-der-ful shapes nature never designed;
And gorgeous complexions all roses and cream,
But O'Loughlan re-marks with regards to them same --
That if at those roses you ven-ture to sip,
The color will all come away on your lip,
So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me
Where the Mountains of Mo-urne sweep down to the sea.