London

<br>There`s your lords and ladies fine,<br>Riding in a coach and six,<br>Nothing to drink but claret wine,<br>Talking politicks.<br>London is a dainty place,<br>A great and gallant city!<br>All the streets are paved with gold,<br>And all the folks are witty.<br>There`s your beaux with powder`d clothes,<br>Bedaub`d from head to chin,<br>Their pocket-holes adorned with gold,<br>but not one sou within.<br>There`s your lords and ladies fine,<br>Riding in a coach and six,<br>Nothing to drink but claret wine,<br>Talking politicks.<br>There your English actor goes<br>With many a hungry belly;<br>While heaps of gold are forc`d, God wot,<br>on Signor Farinelli.<br>There`s your lords and ladies fine,<br>Riding in a coach and six,<br>Nothing to drink but claret wine,<br>Talking politicks.<br>London is a dainty place,<br>A great and gallant city!<br>All the streets are paved with gold,<br>All the folks are witty.<br>There`s your dames with dainty frames,<br>Skins as white as milk;<br>Dressed every day in garments gay,<br>Of satin and of silk.<br>London is a dainty place.