Mountains of Mourne:
Dare be no better music to sing to when you’ve had a wee drop den Oirish music, and dare be no better Oirish music dan dat sung by der Fureys wid Davey Arthur. Okay. I’ll drop the faux Irish phonetics and introduce today’s item: Mountains of Mourne, a song in the form of a letter by a simple Irish chap to his wife or sweetheart. In it he tells of his experiences in, and his thoughts and impressions of, London, in the process revealing his own innocence and simplicity.
There is a version sung by Don MacLean which is popular but I have always preferred the Davey Arthur/Fureys’ version. IMHO Davey Arthur’s voice and accent present much more effectively the naiveté of the person singing than the more sophisticated voice and persona of Don MacLean.
