Testo London - Steeleye Span
Testo della canzone London (Steeleye Span), tratta dall'album Spanning the Years
There's your lords and ladies fine
Riding in a coach and six
Nothing to drink but claret wine
Talking politics
There's your lords and ladies fine
Riding in a coach and six
Nothing to drink but claret wine
Talking politics
London is a dainty place
A brave and a gallant city
All the streets are paved with gold
And all the folks are witty
There's your beaus in powdered clothes
Beadored from head to chin
Pocket holes adorned with gold
But not much gold within
There's your lords and ladies fine
Riding in a coach and six
Nothing to drink but claret wine
Talking politics
There your English actor goes
With many a hungry belly
While heaps of gold are forced blood-ward
On Signor Farinelli
There's your lords and ladies fine
Riding in a coach and six
Nothing to drink but claret wine
Talking politics
London is a dainty place
A brave and a gallant city
All the streets are paved with gold
There's your dames with dainty frames
With skins as white as milk
Dressed each day in garments gay
Of satin and of silk
There's your lords and ladies fine
Riding in a coach and six
Nothing to drink but claret wine
Talking politics
London is a dainty place
London is a dainty place
London is a dainty place
Who will buy my sweet lavender?
Three bunches, one penny
Who will buy? Who will buy?
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Writer(s): Johnson, Clifton Knight, Hart, Prior
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