London

Lyrics

I wander thro' each charter'd street Near where the charter'd Thames does flow And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe In every cry of every Man In every Infant's cry of fear In every voice, in every ban The mind-forg'd manacles I hear How the Chimney-sweeper's cry Every black'ning Church appalls And the hapless Soldier's sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot's curse Blasts the new-born Infant's tear And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse