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. How the chimney-sweeper's cry Every blackening church appalls, 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 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
[00:11.41]I wander through each chartered street, [00:16.74]Near where the chartered Thames does flow, [00:21.97]And mark in every face I meet [00:27.55]Marks of weakness, marks of woe [00:42.64]In every cry of every man, [00:47.72]In every infant's cry of fear, [00:52.70]In every voice, in every ban, [00:57.82]The mind-forged manacles I hear. [01:23.33]How the chimney-sweeper's cry [01:28.41]Every blackening church appalls, [01:33.44]And the hapless soldier's sigh [01:38.31]Runs in blood down palace walls [02:03.55]But most, through midnight streets I hear [02:09.42]How the youthful harlot's curse [02:14.41]Blasts the new-born infant's tear [02:19.29]And blights with plagues the marriage hearse [02:24.55]I wander through each chartered street, [02:30.11]Near where the chartered Thames does flow, [02:34.23]And mark in every face I meet [02:39.17]Marks of weakness, marks of woe
