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I am a London apprentice, for I never will learn a trade |
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The best that I can hope for, is from mistakes I've made |
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A man who never made any, he never meant nothing at all |
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So Christopher Wren had to start again, when he built St. Pauls |
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I am a London apprentice, for I never will learn her ways |
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When I walk the streets of London, I am constantly amazed |
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How a road I never was on before, leads to one and all |
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As any cabbie will tell you, thats how all knowledge grows |
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I am a London apprentice, and I love the muddy Thames |
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Pushing his way through the city, just to come back again |
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Through plague and conflagration, and when the bombers came |
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A symbol of a nation, St. Paul amongst the flames |
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I am a London Apprentice and Ill accept the status quo |
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But a cockney must be born, within the silent spells of beau |
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And Londons been a refuge, by accident or plan |
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So ask me whos a Londoner, Ill answer every man |
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I am a London apprentice, but one thing I know for sure |
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Ill tell you very bluntly with these words you cant ignore |
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Remember Doctor Johnson, whos wit cut like a knife |
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When a man is tired of London, a man is tired of life |
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I am a London apprentice, for I never will learn a trade |
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The best that I can hope for, is from mistakes Ive made |
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A man who never made any, he never meant nothing at all |
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So Christopher Wren had to start again, when he built St. Pauls |
