Mother London

I was a seventh son, of a seventh son
We are offspring of Mother London

She was a holy nun, drawing her gun
One more falls for Mother London

We got bored on the western shore
Nailed together all the boards
Sailed on home

And I will tell you and I won’t lie
No I didn’t cry when I got to where she now lies
I know you can’t kill Mother London

I got her way down in my brain to my blood
No I’m not alone
I’m just one son of Mother London
One son of Mother London

I was a seventh son, of a seventh son, oh!
Seventh son, offspring of Mother London