Текст песни 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