Lyrics London Pride - Vera Lynn

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
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 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 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