Towers of london When they had built you Did you watch over the men who fell Towers of london When they had built you Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell
Pavements of gold leading to the underground Grenadier guardsmen walking pretty ladies around Fog is the sweat of the never never navvies who pound Spikes in the rails to their very own heaven
Bridges of muscles spanning so long and high Merchants from stepney walking pretty ladies by Rain is the tears of the never never navvies who cry For the bridge that doesn't go In the direction of dublin
And I've seen it in a painting And I've seen it in engraving And I've seen it in their faces Clear as children's chalk lines on the paving
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