there's your lords and ladies finennriding in a coach and six,nnnothing to drink but claret wine,nntalking politics. nnnnthere's your lords and ladies finennriding in a coach and six,nnnothing to drink but claret wine,nntalking politics. nnnnlondon is a dainty place,nna great and gallant city!nnall the streets are pav'd with goldnnand all the folks are witty.nnnnthere's your beaux with powder'd clothes,nnbedaub'd from head to chin;nntheir pocket-holes adorned with goldnnbut not one sous within.nnnnthere's your lords and ladies finennriding in a coach and six,nnnothing to drink but claret wine,nntalking politics. nnnnthere your english actor goesnnwith many a hungry belly,nnwhile heaps of gold are forc'd, god wot,nnon signor farinelli.nnnnthere's your lords and ladies finennriding in a coach and six,nnnothing to drink but claret wine,nntalking politics. nnnnlondon is a dainty place,nna great and gallant city!nnalle the streets are pav'd with goldnnand all the folks are witty.nnnnthere's your dames with dainty frames,nnskins as white as milk,nndressed each day in garments gaynnof satin and of silk.nnnnlondon is a dainty place