London Mourning in Ashes Songtext
von Ewan MacColl

Of Fire Fire Fire I Sing
That Have More Cause To Cry!
In The Great Chamber Of The King
A City Mounted High!
Old London That Hath Stood In State
Above Six Hundred Years
In Six Days Space Woe And Alas
Is Burned And Drowned In Tears!
The Second Of September
In The Middle Time Of Night
In Pudding Lane It Did Begin!
To Burn And Blaze Outright
Where All That Gazed Were So Amazed
At Such A Furious Flame!
They Knew Not How Or What To Do
That Might Expel The Same!
It Swallowed Fish Street Hill And Straight
It Licked Up Lombard Street!
Down Cannon Street In Blazing State
It Flew With Flaming Feet!


Down To The Thames Whose Shrinking Streams
Began To Ebb Away
As Thinking That The Power Of Fate
Had Brought The Latter Day!
With Hands And Feet In Every Street
They Pack Up Goods And Fly!
Pitch Tar And Oil Increase The Spoil
Old Fish Street ′Gins To Fry!
The Fire 'Doth Range Up To The Change
In Ev′ry King Commands!
But In Despite Of All It's Might
The Star Told Found A Stand
At Temple Church And Holburn Bridge
And Pike Corner Still Stands!
The Water Did By Fire Besiege
At Alders Gate It Quenched!
At Cripple Gate Though Very Late
And 'Neeth That Pullman Street
At Basinghall The Fire Did Fall
We Were All Joyed To See′t!
Although The Fire Be Fully Quenched
Yet If Our Sins Remain
And That In Them We Still Are Drenched
The Fire Will Rage Again
Or What Is Worse A Heavier Curse
In Famine Will Appear
Where Shall We Tread When Want Of Bread
And Hunger Draweth Near
If This Do Not Reform Our Lives
A Worse Thing Will Succeed!
Our Kindred Children And Our Wives
Will Die For Want Of Bread!
When Famine Comes
′Tis Not Our Drums
Our Ships Our Horse Or Foot!
That Can Defend But If We Mend
We Never Shall Come To't!