«When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life, for there is in London all that life can afford» (Samuel Johnson).
«I hope to see London before I die» (William Shakespeare, «Henry IV»)
A poem England
England. With all thy faults, I love thee still,
I said at Calais, and have not forgot it.
I like the taxes, when they are not too many;
l like a sea-coal fire, when not too dear;
I like a beef-stake, too, as well as any;
Have no objection to a pot of beer;
I like the weather when it is not rainy,
That is, I like two months of every year.
Breathes there a man with son! so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land.
Whose heart hath within him burned
As home his footsteps he hath turned,
From wandering on a foreign strand?
It’s Long Way to Tipperary
Words by Harry J. Williams,
Music by Jack Judgel
It’s a long way to Tipperary, it’s a long way to go;
It’s a long way to Tipperary, to the sweetest girl I know!
Good-bye, Piccadilly, farewell, Leicester Square,
It’s a long, long way to Tipperary,
But my heart’s right there',
Tipperary is a little town in County Tipperary (Southern Ireland). Tipperary became known among the English-speaking allies in World War I because of the «It's a long way to Tipperary». The soldiers turned this poem in a marching song and it became one of the best-known songs of the war. Piccadilly Circus is one of many open spaces in London Leicester Square seems to be a pleasant green place in the busy city. There are many trees and flowers in it. In the middle there is a fountain and a fine statue of Shakespeare. Leicester Square is considered to be the place of entertainment and night clubs. In Piccadilly and Leicester Square there are more than 300 night clubs, many restaurants and fashionable hotels theatres.
London’s burning, London’s burning,
Fetch the engines, fetch the engines,
Fire! Fire! Pour on water, pour on water.
The song is connected with the Great Fire. It was in 1666, just the year after the plague (чума). It destroyed 3000 houses and 97 churches. A young and careless baker (неуважний пекар) left at night a small bundle of wood near a very hot oven (піч). In a few hours big flames (полум’я) were seen all along the narrow street. All the houses, made of wood, soon were burning like paper. Small shops on the riverside caught fire at once and from there on to the houses on London Bridge. The fire on the bridge destroyed the water-wheel, so there was no more water to put out the fire. Only when the wind changed and then stopped blowing, a heavy rain fell and London — what was left of it — was saved. The fire cleared away the old and dirty houses and a new London, a London of stone, with wider streets and better houses was built.