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Your beauty dear city does to my sight appeal,

Your masonry structures an architectural wonder.

Darling winds do make your days humid,

Your wintry days fairy tale white

Yet still your beauty through it all like daffodils bloom.

Your people with wit speak, accent strong

Like from Shakespeare they all were born.

Yonder i heard terror there struck dear city,

Fear not neither  the confused hate of Islamic lads

Nor the impotent roar of an ailing lion of  terror, if it is.

Strong you are sacred city of the Queen,

Your people in viking blood done swam.

Forever bloom and sing with the sun,

For those that departed

Are with their Gods.