London Pride

by Noël Coward

Sir Noël Peirce Coward (16 December 1899 – 26 March 1973) was an English playwright, composer, director, actor and singer, known for his wit, flamboyance, and what Time magazine called "a sense of personal style, a combination of cheek and chic, pose and poise".




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.
 
 INTERLUDE
 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 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.
 
 INTERLUDE
 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.

Written by: NOEL COWARD, NOEL PIERCE COWARD

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