Steeleye Span - London lyrics
[Steeleye Span - London lyrics]
There's your lords and ladies fine
Riding in a coach and six
Nothing to drink but claret wine
Talking politicks london is a dainty place
A great and gallant city!
All the streets are paved with gold
And all the folks are witty
There's your beaux with powder'd clothes
Bedaub'd from head to chin
Their pocket-holes adorned with gold
But not one sou within
There's your lords and ladies fine
Riding in a coach and six
Nothing to drink but claret wine
Talking politicks
There your English actor goes
With many a hungry belly
While heaps of gold are forc'd, God wot
On Signor Farinelli
There's your lords and ladies fine
Riding in a coach and six
Nothing to drink but claret wine
Talking politicks london is a dainty place
A great and gallant city!
All the streets are paved with gold
All the folks are witty
There's your dames with dainty frames
Skins as white as milk
Dressed every day in garments gay
Of satin and of silk
London is a dainty place
Riding in a coach and six
Nothing to drink but claret wine
Talking politicks london is a dainty place
A great and gallant city!
All the streets are paved with gold
And all the folks are witty
There's your beaux with powder'd clothes
Bedaub'd from head to chin
Their pocket-holes adorned with gold
But not one sou within
There's your lords and ladies fine
Riding in a coach and six
Nothing to drink but claret wine
Talking politicks
There your English actor goes
With many a hungry belly
While heaps of gold are forc'd, God wot
On Signor Farinelli
There's your lords and ladies fine
Riding in a coach and six
Nothing to drink but claret wine
Talking politicks london is a dainty place
A great and gallant city!
All the streets are paved with gold
All the folks are witty
There's your dames with dainty frames
Skins as white as milk
Dressed every day in garments gay
Of satin and of silk
London is a dainty place