| LONDON, thou art of townes A per se. | |
| Soveraign of cities, seemliest in sight, | |
| Of high renoun, riches and royaltie; | |
| Of lordis, barons, and many a goodly knyght; | |
| Of most delectable lusty ladies bright; | 5 |
| Of famous prelatis, in habitis clericall; | |
| Of merchauntis full of substaunce and of myght: | |
| London, thou art the flour of Cities all. | |
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| Gladdith anon, thou lusty Troynovaunt, | |
| Citie that some tyme cleped was New Troy; | 10 |
| In all the erth, imperiall as thou stant, | |
| Pryncesse of townes, of pleasure and of joy, | |
| A richer restith under no Christen roy; | |
| For manly power, with craftis naturall, | |
| Fourmeth none fairer sith the flode of Noy: | 15 |
| London, thou art the flour of Cities all. | |
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| Gemme of all joy, jasper of jocunditie, | |
| Most myghty carbuncle of vertue and valour; | |
| Strong Troy in vigour and in strenuytie; | |
| Of royall cities rose and geraflour; | 20 |
| Empress of townes, exalt in honour; | |
| In beawtie beryng the crone imperiall; | |
| Swete paradise precelling in pleasure; | |
| London, thou art the flour of Cities all. | |
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| Above all ryvers thy Ryver hath renowne, | 25 |
| Whose beryall stremys, pleasaunt and preclare, | |
| Under thy lusty wallys renneth down, | |
| Where many a swan doth swymme with wyngis fair; | |
| Where many a barge doth saile and row with are; | |
| Where many a ship doth rest with top-royall. | 30 |
| O, towne of townes! patrone and not compare, | |
| London, thou art the flour of Cities all. | |
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| Upon thy lusty Brigge of pylers white | |
| Been merchauntis full royall to behold; | |
| Upon thy stretis goeth many a semely knyght | 35 |
| In velvet gownes and in cheynes of gold. | |
| By Julyus Cesar thy Tour founded of old | |
| May be the hous of Mars victoryall, | |
| Whose artillary with tonge may not be told: | |
| London, thou art the flour of Cities all. | 40 |
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| Strong be thy wallis that about thee standis; | |
| Wise be the people that within thee dwellis; | |
| Fresh is thy ryver with his lusty strandis; | |
| Blith be thy chirches, wele sownyng be thy bellis; | |
| Rich be thy merchauntis in substaunce that excellis; | 45 |
| Fair be their wives, right lovesom, white and small; | |
| Clere be thy virgyns, lusty under kellis: | |
| London, thou art the flour of Cities all. | |
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| Thy famous Maire, by pryncely governaunce, | |
| With sword of justice thee ruleth prudently. | 50 |
| No Lord of Parys, Venyce, or Floraunce | |
| In dignitye or honour goeth to hym nigh. | |
| He is exampler, loode-ster, and guye; | |
| Principall patrone and rose orygynalle, | |
| Above all Maires as maister most worthy: | 55 |
| London, thou art the flour of Cities all. | |
