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    $RIVISTA TRIMESTRALE DI MUSICA    

       Brano estratto dal numero di
$GENNAIO-$MARZO #BJJH           N. #DD
                            $ANNO $XII

      $THE $MOUNTAINS OF $MOURNE
ON THE AIR "$CARRIGDHOUN" $TRADITIONAL
           - $PERCY $FRENCH           
                 3#C/                 
  #, <; $OH $MA-RY THIS $LON-DON.S A 
WON-DER-FUL   
  '.@\L!5  5!W.J'-$G  W99'-$G#G 98!
8'-$C
  #; <; SIGHT, $WITH PEO-PLE HERE 
WORK-ING BY DAY AND BY 
  '.!RGF'-$AM 655'-$D 567 98.H'-$C
  #: <; NIGHT, $THEY DON.T SOW PO-TA-
-TOES NOR BAR-LEY NOR 
  '.!R5'-$G 5!W.J W99'-$G#G 988'-$C
  #/  <; WHEAT, $BUT THERE.S GANGS OF 
THEM DIG-GING FOR GOLD IN THE
  '.!RGF'-$AM  655'-$D 567 988'-$C
  #? <; STREET, $AT LEAST WHEN $I A-
SKED THEM THAT.S WHAT $I WAS
  '.!R5'-$G  5$44'-$D#G 45.D'-$C#I 4W!
9'-$D#G
  #+ <; TOLD, SO $I JUST TOOK A HAND 
AT THIS DIG-GING FOR
  '.!T!EE'-$G 58W 5.DW'-$EM#G W98'-$AM
  #= <; GOLD, $BUT FOR ALL THAT $I 
FOUND THERE $I MIGHT AS WELL
  '.!SEE'-$D 5!WW'-$G W99'-$G#G?$B#G 
988'-$C
  #(  <;  BE, $WHERE THE MOUN-TAINS OF
$MOURNE SWEEP DOWN TO THE SEA/
  '.!RGF'-$AM?$G'DIM 655'-$D 5C67 98!
8'-$C  R!2K

  $I BELIEVE THAT WHEN WRITING A WISH 
YOU EXPRESSED@ $AS TO HOW THE FINE LA-
DIES OF $LONDON WERE DRESSED@ $WELL IF
YOU BELIEVE ME, WHEN ASKED TO A BALL@ 
$THEY DON.T WEAR A TOP TO THEIR DRES-
SES AT ALL@ $OH, $I.VE SEEN THEM MY-
SELF, AND YOU COULD NOT IN TRUTH@ $SAY
IF THEY WERE BOUND FOR A BALL OR A 
BATH-@ $DON.T BE STARTING THEM FA-
SHIONS NOW $MARY $MACREE,@ $WHERE THE 
MOUNTAINS OF $MOURNE SWEEP DOWN TO THE
SEA/@ 
  $I.VE SEEN $ENGLAND.S KING FROM THE 
TOP OF A BUS-@ $I NEVER KNEW HIM, 
THOUGH HE MEANS TO KNOW US;@ $AND 
THOUGH BY THE $SAXON WE ONCE WERE OP-
PRESSED,@ $STILL, $I CHEERED - $GOD 
FORGIVE ME - $I CHEERED WITH THE 
REST/@ $AND NOW THAT HE.S VISITED $E-
RIN.S GREEN SHORE,@ $WE.LL BE MUCH BET
-TER FRIENDS THAN WE.VE BEEN HERETOFO-
RE,@ $WHEN WE.VE GOT ALL WE WANT WE.RE
AS QUIET AS CAN BE,@ $WHERE THE MOUN-
TAINS OF $MOURNE SWEEP DOWN TO THE 
SEA/@ 
  $YOU REMEMBER YOUNG $PETER $O.$LOUGH
-LIN OF COURSE-@ $WELL, NOW HE IS HERE
AT THE HEAD OF THE $FORCE/@ $I MET HIM
TODAY, $I WAS CROSSING THE $STRAND,@ 
$AND HE STOPPED THE WHOLE STREET WITH 
ONE WAVE OF HIS HAND;@ $AND THERE WE 
STOOD TALKING OF DAYS THAT ARE GONE,@ 
$WHILE THE WHOLE POPULATION OF $LONDON
LOOKED ON;@ $BUT FOR ALL THESE GREAT 
POWERS HE.S WISHFUL LIKE ME,@ $TO BE 
BACK WHERE DARK $MOURNE SWEEPS DOWN TO
THE SEA/@ 
  $THERE.S BEAUTIFUL GIRLS HERE - OH, 
NEVER YOU MIND@ $WITH BEAUTIFUL SHAPES
$NATURE NEVER DESIGNED,@ $AND LOVELY 
COMPLEXIONS, ALL ROSES AND CREAM@ $BUT
$O.$LOUGHLIN REMARKED WITH REGARD TO 
THE SAME;@ $THAT IF AT THOSE ROSES YOU
VENTURE TO SIP,@ $THE COLOURS MIGHT 
ALL COME AWAY ON YOUR LIP;@ $SO $I.LL 
WAIT FOR THE WILD ROSE THAT.S WAITING 
FOR ME,@ $WHERE THE MOUNTAINS OF $MOUR
-NE SWEEP DOWN TO THE SEA/@