September 1666

Early in the morning at 1am
As London Town was sleeping
A tiny spark lit the dark
And the fire it came a-creeping
Thomas woke to thick black smoke
He'd never seen such a thing
They lay the blame on Pudding Lane
And the baker to the King, he -

Set it on fire – burn'd it all down
Is that the end of London Town?
It's gone up in flames like kindling sticks
September 1666

At the Star Inn on Fish Street Hill
The Landlord stood a-weeping
As the wind it blew, the sparks they flew
And the flames they started leaping
The streets were so thin they couldn't do a thing
To stop that fire from spreading
For three more days it blazed and blazed
It was the nightmare they'd been dreading

Set it on fire
Burn it all down
Is that the end of London Town?
It's gone up in smoke
Like kindling sticks
September 1666

I wish it was raining and pouring
On poor old London Town
I wish it was raining and pouring
On poor old London Town
I wish it was raining and pouring
On poor old London Town
I wish it was raining and pouring on poor old London Town

Set it on fire
Burn it all down
Is that the end of London Town?
It's gone up in flames
Like kindling sticks
September 1666
Set it on fire – burn it all down
Is that the end of London Town?
It's gone up in flames
Like kindling sticks
September 1666