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London Pride - Noel Coward
Written by：Noel Coward
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 for ever will be
Woa Liza see the coster barrows
The vegetable the marrows and the fruit piled high
Woa Liza 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 by some London railing
Though it has a latin name in town and the country side
We in England call it London 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 for ever will be
Hey lady when the day is dawning see the policeman yawning
On his lonely beat
Gay lady mayfair in the morning
Hear your footsteps echo in the empty street
Early rain and the pavement's glistening
All park lane in a shimmering gown
Nothing ever could break or harm
Of the charm of London town
In our city darkened now street and square and crescent
We can feel our living past in our shadowed present
Ghosts beside our starlit thames
Who lived and loved and died
Keep throughout the ages London 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 for ever will be
Grey city stubbornly implanted
Taken so for granted for a thousand years
Stay city smokily enchanted
Cradle of our memories our hopes and fears
Every blitz your resistance toughening
From the ritz to the anchor and crown
Nothing ever could override the pride of London town
