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 Infants cry of fear In every voice: in every ban The mind-forg'd manacles I hear How the Chimney-sweepers cry Every blackning Church appalls And the hapless Soldiers sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlots curse Blasts thе new-born Infants tear And blights with plagues thе Marriage hearse