Poetic-Verses
Down the cobbled streets of London
chimes ring out the hour again,
standing tall beside the river
casts the shadow of old Big Ben.
Pigeons gather perch on rooftops
laundry flaying in the breeze,
horses pulling carts of plenty
coal from mines logs from trees.
On the steps of St paul's cathedral
holding breadcrumbs in her hand,
penny a bag will feed the Pigeons
watch them swoop or gently land.
On the river Thames it bustles
ships all anchored side by side.
wares to sell from far away places
outward bound on the next full tide.
Children beg for food or money
dirty clothes and no shoes on foot
a farthing please to feed me hunger
Mister please I'll polish your boot.
Down the cobbled streets of London
chimes ring out the hour again,
standing tall beside the river
casts the shadow of Old Big Ben.
chimes ring out the hour again,
standing tall beside the river
casts the shadow of old Big Ben.
Pigeons gather perch on rooftops
laundry flaying in the breeze,
horses pulling carts of plenty
coal from mines logs from trees.
On the steps of St paul's cathedral
holding breadcrumbs in her hand,
penny a bag will feed the Pigeons
watch them swoop or gently land.
On the river Thames it bustles
ships all anchored side by side.
wares to sell from far away places
outward bound on the next full tide.
Children beg for food or money
dirty clothes and no shoes on foot
a farthing please to feed me hunger
Mister please I'll polish your boot.
Down the cobbled streets of London
chimes ring out the hour again,
standing tall beside the river
casts the shadow of Old Big Ben.
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The shadow of Old Big Ben
The shadow of Old Big Ben
