Old London Weeps - Sol Invictus

Cats nine tales, coffin nails

Locket for your sin

Proddie dogs, Papal plots

Bonfires start to sing

Weather vanes, the king of Spain

Points to the Cornish coast

A Norfolk home, worship Mary’s throne,

Drinks a secret toast

A faerie king starts to singe

A poker finds a home

old firm rules, broken duels

The steel bonnets ride for home

Poison pens, an inn by the Thames

A drink for Dr. Dee

Friar’s black, the hangman’s trap

and falling masonry

City square, the bankers stare

Hush, the temple sleeps

Come winter rain, wash away our shame

Listen as old London weep