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.Â
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- Miscellaneous
- Vera Lynn At Christmas (Remastered)
- Something To Remember
- More Of The Best
- Time Traveller: Wartime Britain
- Legends Of The 20th Century
- Original Hits - Wartime
- Vera Lynn Concert (Live)
- The Vera Lynn Collection
- Remembers: The Songs That Won World War 2
- This Is Vera Lynn
- Legends of the 20th Century: Vera Lynn
- Vera Lynn
- The Best of Vera Lynn
- The Sounds of England
- 1930s Memories
- A Prince & Princess - A Wedding Celebration
- Those Was The Days Vol 2
- Wartime Hits, Vol. 5
- A Royal Celebration