Rascavan

For you who loved London so, Let every paving, every stone and every pathway show Their gratitude to be your steady ground, And let the tired and restless Euston whistles sound. Let the bridges to your daily paths extend, And let the Thames to your convenience bend And throw its waters springing up to cast your face in light, As every swan and coot and fowl takes flight. Let the giddy showmen cry ovation at your name; Let the lions of Trafalgar from their posts descend and show themselves as tame At the sound of your commands, And let Nelson call to arms from where, in lofty heights, he stands, Every clown and jester on the Garden