London Pride Noël 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 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