Oh river Thames rising high please do not flood
Noah is not around to clean up all the mud.
Waters flowing towards capital city
Effluent carried polluted shitty
But Father Thames we love you dearly
Flowing by ever nearly
Stay close and wet to warm our hearts
We watch from bridge and our homely Arks
You’ve been around a thousand years
Julius Caesar crossed you at Brentford weir
You’ve seen cargo travel up and down
Henry the 8th and carried other crowns
To Traitors gate you transported men
Off with their heads now and then
Thomas More who became Less
In one clean axe a horrible mess
Many drowned in your waters
When anger came and many faltered
Fed by rains and the Gloucester source
Fit for Romans and all things Norse
Oh river Thames be kind to us
Or else we all will take the bus.
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