There's no God in London,
   Weary, wicked London.
For, look you, I've lost my friend—
   Lost her in London.
My heart's best friend
   Is astray in London,
         Your terrible London. [ex pt in original]

You've miles of granite streets
   In stony London;
And millions toiling in London,
   Crowded London;
But I cannot find my friend,
   My poor lost friend,
For the tumult and traffic of London,
Pitiless London. [ex pt in original]

It's cruel seeking in London,
   Boundless London,
For a face that'll never come—
   For the face of a friend,
The face of my lost, lost friend,
   Lost in London—
There's no God in London,
   Your terrible London. [ex pt in original]