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  • 作曲 : Noel Coward
    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 for ever will be.
    Woa, Liza,
    See the coster barrows,
    Vegetable marrows
    And the fruit piled high.
    Woa, 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 every spring unfailing
    Growing in the crevices by some London railing,
    Though it has a Latin name, in town and country-side
    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 for ever will be.
    Hey, lady,
    When the day is dawning
    See the policeman yawning
    On his lonely beat.
    Gay lady,
    Mayfair in the morning,
    Hear the 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.'
  • 作曲 : Noel Coward
    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 for ever will be.
    Woa, Liza,
    See the coster barrows,
    Vegetable marrows
    And the fruit piled high.
    Woa, 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 every spring unfailing
    Growing in the crevices by some London railing,
    Though it has a Latin name, in town and country-side
    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 for ever will be.
    Hey, lady,
    When the day is dawning
    See the policeman yawning
    On his lonely beat.
    Gay lady,
    Mayfair in the morning,
    Hear the 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.'