London Pride
Composer(s): Noel Coward
Performer(s): Noel Coward
and multiple other artists



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 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 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 your 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

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

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

Grey city, stubbornly implanted
Taken so for granted for a thousand years
Stay, city, smokily enchanted
Cradle of our memories and hopes and fears

Every Blitz your resistance toughening
From the Ritz to the Anchor and Crown
Nothing ever could override
The pride of London Town