Kunci: E minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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London homes weren't made of bricks
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They were made of mud and
straw and sticks
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Crammed in tight so they would fit
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Within the Roman walls they'd sit
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All breedin' lice and rats and ticks
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An d that was just about
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Before the fire of sixty
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-six
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They say Tom Farriner went to bed
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Tired from all day bakin' bread
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Grateful for a little rest,
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In his place the maid he left.
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One spark the wind caressed,
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And fan so bright as if possessed,
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It flew an uninvited guest,
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Across the room on a fiery
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quest.
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News soon came from Pudding Lane
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The Mayor said with some disdain
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It's nothing new to see a flame
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Go and put it out again
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Too late, much time had passed
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The fire had grown and spread too fast
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So none could stand before its blast
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By the time their blood was
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tithering past
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Ludgate, Newgate, Aldersgate,
Cripplegate
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Flames left streets and people ran away
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From the east the wind blew
all the day
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Conflagration winning all the way
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Took days, but the wind turned east
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And headed back over it
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Starved of fuel, it soon decreased
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So the fire breaks could
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hold the beast
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And churches numbering eighty -four
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Were burned to cinders, roof to floor
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in the flame and the roar
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An d with the ash and with the flame
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there came a need to appoint the blame
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The French and Dutchmen fit the frame
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so Paranoida won the day
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Robert Hubert later cried
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He said the blaze, so he was tried
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Although the judge thought he had lied
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He was convicted, hung and died
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Strange it is to note the names
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Of the jury members there that day
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the same as the Baker men from
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Pudding Lane
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To Ludgate, Newgate,
Aldersgate,
Cripplegate,
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Flameslip
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Streets and people ran away
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From the east the wind blew all the day,
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conflagration winning all the way
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The baker never bore the blame,
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he said his fires were out that day
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The maid was first to burn away,
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so he lived to bake another
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day
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Back in the summer of 66, London
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Oatons weren't made of bricks
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They were made of mud and
straw and sticks,
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Crammed inside so they would
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fit.
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