London Pride has been handed down to us
London Pride is a flower that's free
London Pride means our own dear town to us
And our pride is forever will be

Whoa, Liza, see the coster barrows
The vegetables and the fruit piled high
Oh, Liza, little London sparrows
Covent Garden Market, where the costers cry

Cockney feet mark the beat of history
Every street pins a memory down
Nothing ever can quite replace
The grace of London Town

There's a little city flower
Ever spring unveiling
Growing in the crevices
By some London railing

Though it has a Latin name
In town and countryside
We in England call it
London Pride

London Pride has been handed down to us
London Pride is a flower that's free
London Pride means our own dear town to us
And our pride it forever will be

Hey, lady, when the day is dawning
See the policeman yawning on his lonely beat
Gay lady, may fair in the morning
Hear your footsteps echo in the empty street

Early rain and the pavement's glistening
All Park Lane, in a shimmering gown
Nothing ever could break or harm
The charm of London Town

In our city, darkened now
Street and square and crescent
We can feel our living past
In our shadowed present

Ghosts beside our starlit Thames
Who lived and loved and died
Keep throughout the ages
London Pride

London Pride has been handed down to us
London Pride is a flower that's free
London Pride means our own dear town to us
And our pride it forever will be

Grey city, stubbornly implanted
Taken so for granted for a thousand years
Stay, city, smokily enchanted
Cradle of our memories of our hopes and fears

Every Blitz, your resistance toughening
From the Ritz to the Anchor and Crown
Nothing ever could override
The pride of London Town