I was only a boy when the village I fled,
To some southern flung place all about I had read,
I said give me a year and I’ll return again,
Then a year turned to two and then two turned to ten,
Oh and seventeen summers I gave to this city,
With many a lover that came and then went,
All the friends and the stories, I think of them dearly,
On these rotten streets my best days have been spent,
I was only a boy when to London I came,
Chancing my luck on some fortune or fame,
Well still they allied me, but still I remain,
That dirty old river, it runs through my veins,
Oh and seventeen summers I gave to this city,
With many a lover that came and then went,
All the friends and the stories, I think of them dearly,
On these rotten streets my best days have been spent,
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Oh and seventeen summers I gave to this city,
With many a lover that came and then went,
All the friends and the stories, I think of them dearly,
On these rotten streets my best days have been spent,
On these rotten streets my best days have been spent.
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