Fiddlers Green - London lyrics

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I wander through each chartered street,

Near where the chartered 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-forged manacles I hear

London calling, big city of fear

London calling, can't you hear?

How the Cimney-sweeper's cry

Every blackening Church apalls;

And the hapless Soldier's sigh

Runs in blood down palace walls

But most through midnight streets I hear

How the youthful harlot's curse

Blasts the new born infant's tear,

And blights with plagues the marriage hearse

London calling, big city of fear

London calling, can't you hear?