E A E
There's your lords and ladies fine
B E A B
Riding in a coach-and-six
E A E
Nothing to drink but claret wine
B E A B E
Talking politics...
[Verse]
A
London is a dainty place
G D
A great and a gallant city
A
All the streets are paved with gold
G D
And all the folks are witty
[Verse]
A
There's your beaux with powdered clothes
G D
Bedaubed from head to chin
A
Their pocket-holes adorned with gold
A
But not one sous within
[Chorus]
E A E
There's your lords and ladies fine
B E A B
Riding in a coach-and-six
E A E
Nothing to drink but claret wine
B E A B E
Talking politics...
[Verse]
A
There your English actor goes
G D
With many a hungry belly
A
While heaps of gold are forced, god wot
A
On Signor Farinelli
[Chorus]
E A E
There's your lords and ladies fine
B E A B
Riding in a coach-and-six
E A E
Nothing to drink but claret wine
B E A B E
Talking politics...
[Verse]
A
London is a dainty place
G D
A great and a gallant city
A
All the streets are paved with gold
G D
And all the folks are witty
[Verse]
A
There's your dames with dainty frames
G D
Skins as white as milk
A
Dressed each day in garments gay
G D
Of satin and of silk
[Outro]
A G D
London is a dainty place
A G D
London is a dainty place
A G D
London is a dainty place
A G D
London is a dainty place
