London has been handed down to us
London Pride is a flower that's free
means our own dear town to us
And our pride it forever will be
Oh Liza, see the cost of arrows
Oh, lies a little London's sparrows,
Covent Garden Mar ket, where
Cockney feet mark the beat of history,
Every street pins a memory down.
the charm of London Town.
There's a little city flower
Though it has a Latin name
We in England call it London Pride.
London Pride is a flower that's
means our own dear town to us.
An d our pride it forever will be.
Hey lady, when the day is dawning,
See the policeman yawning on
Gay Lady Mayfair in the morning
Hear the footsteps echo in
Early rain and the pavement's glistening
Old Park Lane in a shimmering gown
Nothing ever could quite replace
the grace of London town.
In our city darkened now,
street and square and crescent,
We can feel our living past
in our shad owed present.
Ghosts beside our starlit Thames,
who lived and loved and died,
your resistance toughening
From the Ritz to the Anchor and Crown
Nothing ever could override
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