By the waters of Leman
I sat down and wept
Sweet Thames, Sweet Thames
Run softly till I end my song
Sweet Thames, Sweet Thames
Run softly for I speak not loud or long
The river's tent is broken
Leaves clutch and sink into the wet bank
The nymphs are departed
Wind unheard and crossing the brown land
Sweet Thames, Sweet Thames
Run softly till I end my song
Sweet Thames, Sweet Thames
Run softly for I speak not loud or long
The river bears no empty
Bottles, boxes, silk or cigarettes
The nymphs are departed
Wind unheard and crossing the brown land.
The river bears no empty other
Testimony of summer nights
The nymphs and their friends
The loitering heirs of City directors
Have left no addresses
Sweet Thames, Sweet Thames
Run softly till I end my song
Sweet Thames, Sweet Thames
Run softly for I speak not loud or long
But, at my back in a cold cold blast I hear
The rattle of the bones
Its chuckle spread from ear to ear
Sweet Thames, Sweet Thames