Ralph McTell is an English singer/songwriter and acoustic guitar player who has been an influential figure on the UK folk scene since the 1960s. Ralph McTell is probably best known for the song Streets of London which has been covered by over a hundred artists around the world. From Clare to Here has proved almost as popular, during a long and continuing recording and performing career. McTell's guitar style has been influenced by many of the USA's country blues 'Piedmont- style' guitar players of the early 20th century
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DGD I am a London apprentice, for I never will learn a trade GDEmA The best that I can hope for, is from mistakes I've made DGD A man who never made any, he never meant nothing at all GDEmA So Christopher Wren had to start again, when he built St. Paul’s
I am a London apprentice, for I never will learn her ways When I walk the streets of London, I am constantly amazed How a road I never was on before, leads to one and all As any cabbie will tell you, that’s how all knowledge grows
I am a London apprentice, and I love the muddy Thames Pushing his way through the city, just to come back again Through plague and conflagration, and when the bombers came A symbol of a nation, St. Paul amongst the flames
I am a London Apprentice and I’ll accept the status quo But a cockney must be born, within the silent spells of beau And London’s been a refuge, by accident or plan So ask me who’s a Londoner, I’ll answer every man
I am a London apprentice, but one thing I know for sure I’ll tell you very bluntly with these words you can’t ignore Remember Doctor Johnson, who’s wit cut like a knife When a man is tired of London, a man is tired of life
I am a London apprentice, for I never will learn a trade The best that I can hope for, is from mistakes I’ve made A man who never made any, he never meant nothing at all So Christopher Wren had to start again, when he built St. Paul’s