LONDON BRIDGE.
How many a bridge in London-Town,In by-gone years has fallen down!And little children every dayAre building bridges the self-same way.They may use wrought iron and steel and tryTo make them strong, but by and byYou’ll hear the wild alarming cry:“London bridge is falling down,Falling down, falling down!London bridge is falling down,My fair lady!”
How many a bridge in London-Town,In by-gone years has fallen down!And little children every dayAre building bridges the self-same way.They may use wrought iron and steel and tryTo make them strong, but by and byYou’ll hear the wild alarming cry:“London bridge is falling down,Falling down, falling down!London bridge is falling down,My fair lady!”
How many a bridge in London-Town,In by-gone years has fallen down!And little children every dayAre building bridges the self-same way.They may use wrought iron and steel and tryTo make them strong, but by and byYou’ll hear the wild alarming cry:
How many a bridge in London-Town,
In by-gone years has fallen down!
And little children every day
Are building bridges the self-same way.
They may use wrought iron and steel and try
To make them strong, but by and by
You’ll hear the wild alarming cry:
“London bridge is falling down,Falling down, falling down!London bridge is falling down,My fair lady!”
“London bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down!
London bridge is falling down,
My fair lady!”
—Sara Tawney Lefferts.
Truth is the highest thing that man can keep.
—Geoffrey Chaucer.