London

	I wander through each chartered street,
	near where the chartered Thames does flow,
	and mark in every face I meet
	marks of weakness, marks of woe
	in every cry of every man,
	in every infant's cry of fear,
	in every voice, in every ban,
	the mind-forged manacles I hear.
	how the chimney-sweeper's cry
	every blackening church appalls,
	and the hapless soldier's sigh
	runs in blood down palace walls
	but most, through midnight streets I hear
	how the youthful harlot's curse
	blasts the new-born infant's tear
	and blights with plagues the marriage hearse
	I wander through each chartered street,
	near where the chartered Thames does flow,
	and mark in every face I meet
	marks of weakness, marks of woe

	I wander through each chartered street,
	near where the chartered Thames does flow,
	and mark in every face I meet
	marks of weakness, marks of woe
	in every cry of every man,
	in every infant' s cry of fear,
	in every voice, in every ban,
	the mindforged manacles I hear.
	how the chimneysweeper' s cry
	every blackening church appalls,
	and the hapless soldier' s sigh
	runs in blood down palace walls
	but most, through midnight streets I hear
	how the youthful harlot' s curse
	blasts the newborn infant' s tear
	and blights with plagues the marriage hearse
	I wander through each chartered street,
	near where the chartered Thames does flow,
	and mark in every face I meet
	marks of weakness, marks of woe