The Celtic Tenors - The Mountains of Mourne [Lyric Video]

Embark on a journey through the picturesque landscapes of Ireland with The Celtic Tenors as they pay homage to the iconic Percy French classic, "The Mountains of Mourne." Originally penned by the prolific Percy French, whose lyrical genius has left an indelible mark on Irish culture, "The Mountains of Mourne" is a heartfelt ode to the beauty of the Irish countryside and the enduring spirit of its people. The Celtic Tenors bring their rich harmonies and emotive delivery, sure to stir your soul and transport you to the rolling hills and verdant valleys of County Down. Watch The Celtic Tenors' lyric video for "The Mountains of Mourne" now! Join The Celtic Tenors for A Celtic Christmas Tour 2026 across North America — festive favorites, classic Irish songs and holiday cheer. 🎟️ Full dates & tickets: https://tix.to/ctenorsliveyt 🎄 This version is from our album, An Irish Songbook, reissued March 1st, 2024! Listen here - https://lnk.to/ishbk With four unreleased tracks: Isle of Hope, Isle of Tears The Isle of Innisfree The Salley Gardens The Dutchman Embark on a journey through the heart of Ireland with "An Irish Songbook." Featuring a captivating blend of traditional Irish folk melodies, this re-released collection unveils the rich tapestry of Ireland's musical heritage with renewed vigour. At its core lies the poignant focal track, "Isle of Hope, Isle of Tears," a stirring narrative that chronicles the spirit of Annie Moore, the first immigrant to tread upon America's shores through Ellis Island. Through their touching vocals and evocative instrumentals, The Celtic Tenors capture the bittersweet essence of leaving one's homeland for the promise of new beginnings. Video Credits: Guido Pietru - Slammin Media Lyrics: Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight With the people here 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 Where the mountains of Mourne Sweep down to the sea I believe that when writing A wish you expressed As to how the fine ladies In London were dressed But if you'll believe me When asked to a ball They don't wear a top to their dresses at all Oh, I've seen them myself and you could not in truth Tell if they were bound for a ball or a bath Don't be startin' them fashions now, Mary McRee Where the mountains of Mourne Sweep down to the sea You remember young Peter O’Lachlan, of course Well, here he is now 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 look down But for all his 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 of roses and cream But O’Lachlan remarked with regard to the same That if at those roses 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