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