Alice Dryden (huskyteer) wrote,
Alice Dryden
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London Can Take It

At two o'clock we were summoned to a staff meeting and told that while the government had requested everyone to stay put, it was appreciated that some of us might want to try to make our way home, and we were welcome to. Furthermore, the office would be closed tomorrow.

The atmosphere, I'm ashamed to report, was that of a schoolroom whose occupants have just been told it's a snow day.

I travelled home along a reasonably uncluttered A2, even more pleased than usual that I ride to work, and am now enjoying a vodka and tonic, because I'm out of gin and it's not every day things blow up in your vicinity.

Today, online and off, I've seen touching concern and incredibly generous offers of help. Here's a song of which I'm very fond, and more so since moving to London; I feel it's as relevant today as it was during the Blitz:

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.

Whoa, Liza,
See the coster barrows
Vegetable marrows
And the fruit piled high.
Whoa, 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 your 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.

In our city darkened now, street and square and crescent,
We can feel our living past in our shadowed present,
Ghosts beside our starlit Thames
Who lived and loved and died
Keep throughout the ages 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.

Grey city
Stubbornly implanted,
Taken so for granted
For a thousand years.
Stay, city,
Smokily enchanted,
Cradle of our memories and hopes and fears.

Every Blitz
Your resistance
Toughening,
From the Ritz
To the Anchor and Crown,
Nothing ever could override
The pride of London Town.


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Well done, London, and well done LiveJournal.
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