The Ballad of London Bridge

In ancient days, when London's grace

Was marked by waters wide,

There stood a bridge of timeless face,

Where Thames and tales collide.

With stones that spoke of history,

And arches bold and grand,

London Bridge bore mystery,

Etched by a master’s hand.

From Viking raids to traders' wares,

It braved each passing age,

Witnessed the joys, the pains, the cares,

Engraved on history’s page.

A Roman feat, it rose to span,

The river’s swift embrace,

Connecting men with daring plan,

Uniting time and space.

Through centuries, its structure changed,

Yet still it held its place,

With towers tall and chains arranged,

A marvel of our race.

Oh, London Bridge, with stories vast,

From Norman knights to now,

You’ve weathered time, you’ve shadows cast,

O'er many a weary brow.

Beneath your arches, whispers glide,

Of lovers lost and found,

Of rebels, heroes, side by side,

Their echoes all around.

The shops that lined your ancient way,

With merchants' bustling cries,

Brought life and light to every day,

Beneath the London skies.

Through fires fierce and floods immense,

You stood with steadfast grace,

Your spirit strong, your soul intense,

In every time and place.

The children’s rhyme, so sweet and fair,

Tells of your slow descent,

Yet London Bridge, beyond compare,

Your strength was never spent.

A nursery song, a haunting tune,

Of falling stone and pride,

Yet you remain, through night and noon,

A symbol of the tide.

From King and Queen to common folk,

All trod your storied span,

Beneath your beams, the tales evoke,

The journey of all man.

The Great St. Mary, proud and tall,

Watched over you with care,

Through centuries, she heeded call,

A sentinel so rare.

Yet time and tide wait not for stone,

And progress called for more,

So newer spans, in steel and bone,

Stood where you stood before.

Your legacy, in shadow cast,

Still guides each modern path,

Reminding us of ages past,

Of wonder and of wrath.

Now cars and buses speed across,

Where once you held the ground,

And boats and barges gently toss,

In waters all around.

The bridge today, of newer make,

In shadows of the past,

Reminds us of the risks we take,

Of things that never last.

Yet in the hearts of London’s sons,

And daughters, brave and true,

The tale of you, oh bridge, still runs,

A tale that’s ever new.

So here’s to you, old London Bridge,

A marvel of our past,

Though time has moved, and progress bids,

Your legend still will last.

In dreams, your arches still arise,

Above the Thames so wide,

A symbol ‘neath the London skies,

Of history and pride.

For every stone that’s weathered time,

And every tale that's told,

Your spirit lives in prose and rhyme,

A story to behold.

Oh, London Bridge, our cherished guide,

Through every age and year,

In you, the past and future bide,

Forever standing near.

From ancient wood to modern stone,

Your essence carries on,

For in each heart, you're never gone,

Your spirit's never gone.

Through trials faced and battles fought,

Your strength remained so true,

And thus in every London thought,

We pay our homage due.

So let this ballad, humble, rise,

To honor your great name,

In every word, beneath the skies,

We celebrate your fame.

Oh, London Bridge, forever more,

Your legacy will shine,

A beacon on the Thames' shore,

A symbol so divine.

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