Steeleye Span - London

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There's your lords and ladies fine

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Riding in a coach-and-six

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Nothing to drink but claret wine

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Talking politics

^EThere's your lords and ^Aladies ^Efine ^BRiding in a ^Ecoach-^Aand-^Bsix ^ENothing to drink but ^Aclaret ^Ewine ^BTalking ^Epo^Ali^Btic^Es...

^ALondon is a dainty place A great and a gallant city^{G D A}All the streets are paved with gold And all the folks are witty^{G D}

^AThere's your beaux with powdered clothes Bedaubed from head to chin^{G D} Their ^Apocket-holes adorned with gold ^ABut not one sous within

^EThere's your lords and ^Aladies ^Efine ^BRiding in a ^Ecoach-^Aand-^Bsix ^ENothing to drink but ^Aclaret ^Ewine ^BTalking ^Epo^Ali^Btic^Es...

^AThere your English actor goes With many a hungry belly^{G D A}While heaps of gold are forced, god wot ^AOn Signor Farinelli

^EThere's your lords and ^Aladies ^Efine ^BRiding in a ^Ecoach-^Aand-^Bsix ^ENothing to drink but ^Aclaret ^Ewine ^BTalking ^Epo^Ali^Btic^Es...

^ALondon is a dainty place A great and a gallant city^{G D A}All the streets are paved with gold And all the folks are witty^{G D}

^AThere's your dames with dainty frames Skins as white as milk^{G D A}Dressed each day in garments gay Of satin and of silk^{G D}

^ALondon is a dainty place ^{G D A}London is a dainty place ^{G D A}London is a dainty place ^{G D A}London is a dainty place ^{G D}