Lyrics London Pride - Julie Andrews
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,
Vegetable
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
countryside
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
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
and
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.
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