E                      A      E
There's your lords and ladies fine
B           E     A   B
Riding in a coach-and-six
E                    A      E
Nothing to drink but claret wine
B       E A B  E
Talking politics...

[Verse]
A
London is a dainty place
                          G D
A great and a gallant city
A
All the streets are paved with gold
                           G D
And all the folks are witty

[Verse]
A
There's your beaux with powdered clothes
                          G D
Bedaubed from head to chin
      A
Their pocket-holes adorned with gold
A
But not one sous within

[Chorus]
E                      A      E
There's your lords and ladies fine
B           E     A   B
Riding in a coach-and-six
E                    A      E
Nothing to drink but claret wine
B       E A B  E
Talking politics...

[Verse]
A
There your English actor goes
                        G D
With many a hungry belly
A
While heaps of gold are forced, god wot
A
On Signor Farinelli

[Chorus]
E                      A      E
There's your lords and ladies fine
B           E     A   B
Riding in a coach-and-six
E                    A      E
Nothing to drink but claret wine
B       E A B  E
Talking politics...

[Verse]
A
London is a dainty place
                          G D
A great and a gallant city
A
All the streets are paved with gold
                           G D
And all the folks are witty

[Verse]
A
There's your dames with dainty frames
                      G D
Skins as white as milk
A
Dressed each day in garments gay
                    G D
Of satin and of silk

[Outro]
A                          G D
London is a dainty place
A                          G D
London is a dainty place
A                          G D
London is a dainty place
A                          G D
London is a dainty place