London Pride has been handed down to us.
London Pride is a flower that is 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.
Theres a little city flower every spring unfailing
Growing in the crevices by some London railing,
Though it has a Latin name, in town & country-side
We in England call it
London Pride.
London Pride has been handed down to us.
London Pride is a flower that is free.
London Pride means our own dear town to us,
And our pride it for ever will be.
Hey, lady,
When the day´s dawning
See the policeman yawning
On his lonely beat.
Gay lady,
Mayfair in the morning,
Hear the 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.
Vera Lynn Ringtones