Give thanks to London once again.
Here was I born; and I will die
Under this friendly leaden sky—
Like grandfer’s grandfer, so will I.
City of beauty, flower of cities all—
Where “Themmes” runs swiftly, and the ’buses roar
(Even down the stately reaches of Whitehall)
While chocolate trams invade the Surrey shore—
Yours is a glamour which the years enhance
And in your grimy streets lives all romance!