Stand there in the middle
Just up from the church
That view can play fiddle as
Behind the horizon there lurch
A sweetness of lush earth,
That holds a city of great girth.
Just over the top there
Behind them Harris fences
Are tents full of them that dare
With land to air defences
Chinooks on every other day
Whip cold winds out of the way
That big hole by the very top
Was made by a huge bomb that dropped
There by those smoking kids in hoods
That’s where them revolting peasants stood
Tyler immortalised by that piddly road
Caesar made this long one to carry his bloody load.
Those Tudors were raised over that hill
They watched the warships sail in post kill
This Heath still holds its standard royal
And people here would reckon they’re loyal
You’d say it’s down to the wealth it brings
Commoners rights, Canary Wharf and things.