Letras
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 forever will be
Oh Liza, see the coster barrows
Vegetable marrows and the fruit piled high
Oh 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 break or harm
The charm of London town
There's a little city flower every year 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 forever will be
Hey Lady, when the day is 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 pavements glistening
Old Park Lane in a shimmering gown
Nothing ever could quite replace
The grace 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
Every Blitz your resistance toughening
From the Ritz to the Anchor and Crown
Nothing ever could overwrite
The pride of London town