London Pride

Discussion in 'Wall St. News' started by zf trader, Jul 7, 2005.

  1. I thought that Londoner's could use some support right now. Here is Noel Cowards song London Pride. My condolences to all who suffered losses.

    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.

    INTERLUDE
    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 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
    The charm of London Town.

    INTERLUDE
    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.