Vera Lynn - London Pride lyrics

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 co*kney 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