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A livid sky on London And like the iron steeds that rear A shock of engines halted And I knew the end was near: And something said that far away, over the hills and far away There came a crawling thunder and the end of all things here. For London Bridge is broken down, broken down, broken down, As digging lets the daylight on the suken streets of yore, The lightning looked on London town, the broken bridge of London town. The ending of a broken road where men shall go no more. I saw the kings of London town, The kings that buy and sell, That built it up with penny loaves And penny lies as well: And where the streets were paved with gold the shrivelled paper shone for gold, The scorching light of promises that pave the streets of hell. For penny loaves will melt away, melt away, melt away, Mock the men that haggled in the grain they did not grow; With hungry faces in the gate, a hundred thousand in the gate, A thunder-flash on London and the finding of the foe. I heard the hundred pin-makers Slow down their racking din, Till in the stillness men could hear The dropping of the pin: And somewhere men without the wall, beneath the wood, without the wall, Had found the place where London ends and England can begin. For pins and needles bend and break, bend and break, bend and break, Faster than the breaking spears or the bending of the bow, Of pagents pale in thunder-light, 'twixt thunderload and thunderlight, The Hundreds marching on the hills in the wars of long ago. I saw great Cobbett riding, The horseman of the shires; And his face was red with judgement And a light of Luddite fires: And south to Sussex and the sea the lights leapt up for liberty, The trumpet of the yeomanry, the hammer of the squires; For bars of iron rust away, rust away, rust away, Rend before the hammer and the horseman riding in, Crying that all men at the last, and at the worst and at the last, Have found the place where England ends and England can begin. His horse-hoofs go before you Far beyond your bursting tyres; And time is bridged behind him And our sons are with our sires. A trailing meteor on the Downs he rides above the rotting towns, The Horseman of Apocalypse, the Rider of the Shires. For London Bridge is broken down, broken down, broken down; Blow the horn of Huntington from Scotland to the sea -- ...Only flash of thunder-light, a flying dream of thunder-light, Had shown under the shattered sky a people that were free.
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