urbs mea Londini

Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner by Hubert Gregg London isn't everybody's cup of tea Often you hear visitors complain Noisy, smoky city but it seems to me There's a magic in the fog and rain Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner That I love London so Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner That I think of her wherever I go I get a funny feeling inside of me Just walking up and down Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner That I love London so People take to saying as the years go by London isn't London anymore People may be changing But this town and I We are even closer than before Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner That I love London so …

omnibus urbs non grata: thea est non apta culullo: adveniat quisquis, saepe querela sonat. fumifera urbs mea, tu, raucissima: nonne iuvavit bruma vapore tuo vel tuus imber aqua? forsitan urbanus quia sum, mea summa voluptas, urbs mea Londini, tu mihi cara manes, quin in mente manes, terris quacumque pererro: huc illuc spatior, suscitor intus ego. 'non est qualis erat.’ volucres sic turba per annos: mutat turba; erit urbs carior usque mihi. forsitan urbanus quia sum, mea summa voluptas, urbs mea Londini, tu mihi cara manes.