Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song London , by - Steeleye Span. Song from the album Folk Rock Pioneers In Concert, in the genre Фолк-рокRelease date: 07.05.2006
Record label: Park
Song language: English
London |
| There’s your lords and ladies fine |
| Riding in a coach and six |
| Nothing to drink but claret wine |
| Talking politicks |
| London is a dainty place |
| A great and gallant city! |
| All the streets are paved with gold |
| And all the folks are witty |
| There’s your beaux with powder’d clothes |
| Bedaub’d from head to chin |
| Their pocket-holes adorned with gold |
| But not one sou within |
| There’s your lords and ladies fine |
| Riding in a coach and six |
| Nothing to drink but claret wine |
| Talking politicks |
| There your English actor goes |
| With many a hungry belly; |
| While heaps of gold are forc’d, God wot |
| On Signor Farinelli |
| There’s your lords and ladies fine |
| Riding in a coach and six |
| Nothing to drink but claret wine |
| Talking politicks |
| London is a dainty place |
| A great and gallant city! |
| All the streets are paved with gold |
| All the folks are witty |
| There’s your dames with dainty frames |
| Skins as white as milk; |
| Dressed every day in garments gay |
| Of satin and of silk |
| London is a dainty place |