I wander through each chartered street
Near where the chartered Thames does flow
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe
In every cry of every man
In every infant's cry of fear
In every voice, in every ban
The mind-forged manacles I hear
How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appalls
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace walls
But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the newborn infant's tear
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse
Near where the chartered Thames does flow
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe
In every infant's cry of fear
In every voice, in every ban
The mind-forged manacles I hear
Every blackening church appalls
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace walls
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the newborn infant's tear
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse
Add your song meanings, interpretations, facts, memories & more to the community.