Poems on the Underground: To the City of London

London, thou art of towns A per se.

Sovereign of cities, seemliest in sight,

Of high renown, riches, and royalty;

Of lords, barons, and many a goodly knight;

Of most delectable lusty ladies bright;

Of most famous prelates in habits clerical;

Of merchants full of substance and might;

London, thou art the flower of cities all….

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Above all rivers thy river hath renown,

Whose beryl streams, pleasant and preclare,

Under thy lusty walls runneth down;

Where many a swan doth swim with wings fair;

Where many a barge doth sail, and row with oar,

Where many a ship doth rest with top-royal.

O! Town of towns, patron and not-compare:

London, thou art the flower of cities all….

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Strong be thy walls that about thee stands;

Wise be the people that within thee dwells;

Fresh is thy river with his lusty strands;

Blithe be thy churches, well sounding thy bells;

Rich be thy merchants in substance that excells;

Fair be thy wives, right lovesome, white and small;

Clear be thy virgins, lusty under kells:

London, thou art the flower of cities all.

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~ William Dunbar (1465?-1530?)

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