STEELEYE SPAN Long Lankin is a song recorded by STEELEYE SPAN that illustrates a melody and dynamics that make STEELEYE SPAN shine. As part of an amazing album, Long Lankin lyrics will satisfy your music cravings. Sing along Long Lankin lyrics using the lyrics on this page.
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There`s your lords and ladies fine,
Riding in a coach and six,
Nothing to drink but claret wine,
Talking politicks.
London is a dainty place,
A great and gallant city!
All the streets are paved with gold,
And all the folks are witty.
There`s your beaux with powder`d clothes,
Bedaub`d from head to chin,
Their pocket-holes adorned with gold,
but not one sou within.
There`s your lords and ladies fine,
Riding in a coach and six,
Nothing to drink but claret wine,
Talking politicks.
There your English actor goes
With many a hungry belly;
While heaps of gold are forc`d, God wot,
on Signor Farinelli.
There`s your lords and ladies fine,
Riding in a coach and six,
Nothing to drink but claret wine,
Talking politicks.
London is a dainty place,
A great and gallant city!
All the streets are paved with gold,
All the folks are witty.
There`s your dames with dainty frames,
Skins as white as milk;
Dressed every day in garments gay,
Of satin and of silk.
London is a dainty place.
Back to: STEELEYE SPAN lyricsRiding in a coach and six,
Nothing to drink but claret wine,
Talking politicks.
London is a dainty place,
A great and gallant city!
All the streets are paved with gold,
And all the folks are witty.
There`s your beaux with powder`d clothes,
Bedaub`d from head to chin,
Their pocket-holes adorned with gold,
but not one sou within.
There`s your lords and ladies fine,
Riding in a coach and six,
Nothing to drink but claret wine,
Talking politicks.
There your English actor goes
With many a hungry belly;
While heaps of gold are forc`d, God wot,
on Signor Farinelli.
There`s your lords and ladies fine,
Riding in a coach and six,
Nothing to drink but claret wine,
Talking politicks.
London is a dainty place,
A great and gallant city!
All the streets are paved with gold,
All the folks are witty.
There`s your dames with dainty frames,
Skins as white as milk;
Dressed every day in garments gay,
Of satin and of silk.
London is a dainty place.
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