[00:00.00]The Lass With The Delicate Air: London Pride - Julie Andrews
[00:13.23]London Pride has been handed down to us
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[00:18.87]London Pride is a flower that's free
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[00:24.37]London Pride means our own dear town to us
[00:29.48]And our pride it for ever will be
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[00:35.06]Woa Liza see the coster barrows
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[00:39.46]Vegetable marrows and the fruit piled high
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[00:44.20]Woa Liza little London sparrows
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[00:49.17]Covent Garden Market where the costers cry
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[00:55.58]Cockney feet mark the beat of history
[01:00.71]Every street pins a memory down
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[01:06.29]Nothing ever can quite replace
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[01:11.44]The grace of London Town
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[01:20.34]There's a little city flower every spring unfailing
[01:25.71]Growing in the crevices by some London railing
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[01:31.91]Though it has a Latin name
[01:34.30]In town and countryside
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[01:37.76]We in England call it London Pride
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[01:45.46]London Pride has been handed down to us
[01:50.57]London Pride is a flower that's free
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[01:55.37]London Pride means our own dear town to us
[02:00.37]And our pride it for ever will be
[02:05.26]Hey lady when the day is dawning
[02:09.47]See the policeman yawning on his lonely beat
[02:14.27]Gay lady Mayfair in the morning
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[02:19.37]Hear your footsteps echo in the empty street
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[02:26.18]Early rain and the pavement's glistening
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[02:32.52]All Park Lane in a shimmering gown
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[02:40.22]Nothing ever could break or harm
[02:45.64]The charm of London Town