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Have you seen the old gal who walks the streets of London Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags She's no time for talking she just keeps right on walking Carrying her home in two carrier bags Chor And in the all night cafe at a quarter past eleven Same old man sitting there on his own Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup Each tea lasts an hour and he wonders home alone Chor And have you seen the old man outside the Seaman's mission His memory fading with those medal ribbons that he wears And in our winter city the rain cries little pity For one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn't care

Ralph McTell - Streets of london