O Mary this London is a wonderful sight
With people here working by day and by night
They don�t sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat
But there�s gangs of them digging for gold in the streets
At least when I asked them that�s what I was told
So I just took a hand at this digging for gold
But for all that I found there I might as well be
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea

From a song by Don McLean