London Pride
London been handed down to us
London Pride is a flower that's free
London Pride means our
own dear town to us
And our pride it forever will be
Oh, Lysy, see the cost of marrows,
Ve getable marrows and the fruit pile high.
Oh, Lysy, little London sparrows,
Covent Garden market where
the costers cry.
Cockney feet mark the beat of history,
Every street pins a memory down.
Nothing ever can quite replace
the grace of London Town.
There's a little city flower,
every spring unfailing,
Growing in the crevices,
voice of London railing.
Though it has a Latin name
in town and countryside,
We in England call it Lon
don Pride.
London Pride has been
handed down to us.
London Pride is a flower that's
free.
London Pride
means our own dear town to us.
And our pride it forever will be.
Grey city, stubbornly implanted,
taken so for granted for a thousand years
Stay city, smokingly enchanted,
cradle of our memories
an d hopes and fears
Early rain and the pavement glistening,
Walpark lane in a shimmering gown,
Nothing ever could break or harm,
The charm of London town. you