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In Windsor Terrace number four	A
I ve taken my abode	B
A little crescent from the street	C
A bight from City Road	B
And hard up and in exile I	D
To many fancies yield	E
For it was here Micawber lived	F
And David Copperfield	E
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A bed a table and a chair	G
A bottle and a cup	H
The landlord s waiting even now	I
For something to turn up	H
The landlady is spiritless	J
They both seem tired of life	K
They cannot fight the battle like	L
Micawber and his wife	K
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But in the little open space	J
That lies back from the street	C
The same old ancient shabby clerk	M
Is sitting on a seat	C
The same sad characters go by	D
The ragged children play	N
And things have very little changed	O
Since Dickens passed away	N
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Some seek religion in their grief	P
And some for friendship yearn	Q
Some fly to liquor for relief	P
But I to Dickens turn	Q
I find him ever fresh and new	R
His lesson ever plain	S
And every line that Dickens wrote	T
I ve read and read again	U
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The tavern s just across the wye	D
And frowsy women there	G
Are gossiping and drinking gin	V
And twisting up their hair	G
And grubby girls go past at times	J
And furtive gentry lurk	M
I don t think anyone has died	W
Since Dickens did his work	M
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There s Jingle Tigg and Chevy Slyme	X
And Weevle whom you will	Y
And hard up virtue proudly slinks	J
Into the pawnshop still	Y
Go east a bit from City Road	B
And all the rest are there	G
A friendly whistle might produce	J
A Chicken anywhere	G
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My favourite author s heroes I	D
Should love but somehow can t	Z
I don t like David Copperfield	E
As much as David s Aunt	A2
And it may be because my mind	B2
Has been in many fogs	J
I don t like Nicholas Nickleby	Z
So well as Newman Noggs	J
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I don t like Richard Carstone Pip	C2
Or Martin Chuzzlewit	B2
And for the rich and fatherly	Z
I scarcely care a bit	B2
The honest sober clods are bores	J
Who cannot suffer much	D2
And with the Esther Summersons	J
I never was in touch	D2
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The Charleys and the haggard wives	J
Kind hearts in poverty	Z
And yes the Lizzie Hexams too	B2
Are very near to me	Z
But men like Brothers Cheeryble	Z
And Madeline Bray divine	E2
And Nell and Little Dorrit live	F2
In a better world than mine	E2
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The Nicklebys and Copperfields	J
They do not stand the test	B2
And in my heart I don t believe	G2
That Dickens loved them best	B2
I can t admire their ways and talk	H2
I do not like their looks	J
Those selfish injured sticks that stalk	H2
Through all the Master s books	J
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They re mostly selfish in their love	I2
And selfish in their hate	B2
They marry Dora Spenlows too	B2
While Agnes Wickfields wait	B2
And back they come to poor Tom Pinch	J2
When hard up for a friend	B2
They come to wrecks like Newman Nogga	H2
To help them in the end	B2
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And well maybe I am unjust	B2
And maybe I forget	B2
Some of us marry dolls and jilt	B2
Our Agnes Wickfields yet	B2
We seek our friends when fortune frowns	J
It has been ever thus	J
And we neglect Joe Gargery	G
When fortune smiles on us	J
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They get some rich old grandfather	G
Or aunt to see them through	G
And you can trace self interest	B2
In nearly all they do	G
And scoundrels like Ralph Nickleby	Z
In spite of all their crimes	J
And crawlers like Uriah Heep	C2
Told bitter truths at times	J
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But yes I love the vagabonds	J
And failures from the ranks	J
And hard old files with hidden hearts	J
Like Wemmick and like Pancks	J
And Jaggers had his poor dreams too	G
And fond hopes like the rest	B2
But somehow somehow all my life	K
I ve loved Dick Swiveller best	B2
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But let us peep at Snagsby first	B2
As softly he lays down	K2
Beside the bed of dying Joe	L2
Another half a crown	K2
And Nemo s wretched pauper grave	M2
But we can let them be	Z
For Joe has said to Heaven They	N
Wos werry good to me	Z
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And Wemmick with his aged P	Z
No doubt has his reward	B2
And Jaggers hardest nut of all	Z
Will be judged by the Lord	B2
And Pancks the rent collecting screw	G
With laurels on his brow	G
Is loved by all the bleeding hearts	J
In Bleeding Heart Yard now	G
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Tom Pinch is very happy now	G
And Magwitch is at rest	B2
And Newman Noggs again might hold	B2
His head up with the best	B2
Micawber too when all is said	B2
Drank bravely Sorrow s cup	C2
Micawber worked to right them all	Z
And something did turn up	C2
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How do John Edward Nandy Sir	G
And Plornish get along	H2
Why if the old man is in voice	J
We ll hear him pipe a song	H2
We ll have a look at Baptiste too	G
While still the night is young	H2
With Mrs Plornish to explain	S
In the Italian tongue	H2
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Before we go we ll ask about	B2
Poor young John Chivery	G
There never was a gentleman	N2
In all his family	Z
His hopeless love his broken heart	B2
But to his rival true	G
He came of Nature s gentlemen	V
But young John never knew	G
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We ll pass the little midshipman	N2
With heart that swells and fills	J
Where Captain Ed ard Cuttle waits	J
For Wal r and Sol Gills	J
Jack Bunsby stands by what he says	J
Which isn t very clear	G
And Toots with his own hopeless love	I2
As true as any here	G
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And who that read has never felt	B2
The sorrow that it cost	B2
When Captain Cuttle read the news	J
The Son and Heir was lost	B2
And who that read has not rejoiced	B2
With him and Heart s Delight	B2
And felt as Captain Cuttle felt	B2
When Wal r came that night	B2
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And yonder with a broken heart	B2
That people thought was stone	O2
Deserted in his ruined home	X
Poor Dombey sits alone	O2
Who has not gulped a something down	K2
Whose eye has not grown dim	X
While feeling glad for Dombey s sake	H2
When Florence came to him	X
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A stately house in Lincolnshire	G
The scene is bleak and cold	B2
The footsteps on the terrace sound	B2
To night at Chesney Wold	B2
One who loved honour wife and truth	P2
If nothing else besides	J
Along the dreary Avenue	G
Sir Leicester Dedlock rides	J
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We ll go round by Poll Sweedlepipe s	J
The bird and barber shop	C2
If Sairey Gamp is so dispoged	B2
We ll send her up a drop	C2
We ll cross High Holborn to the Bull	Z
And if he cares to come	X
By streets that are not closed to him	X
We ll see Dick Swiveller home	X
He s looking rather glum to night	B2
The why I will not ask	H2
No matter how we act the goat	B2
We mostly wear a mask	H2
Some wear a mask to hide the false	J
And some the good and true	G
I wouldn t be surprised to know	L2
Mark Tapley wore one too	G
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We wear a mask called cheerfulness	J
While feeling sad inside	B2
And men like Dombey who was shy	D
Oft wear a mask called pride	B2
A front of pure benevolence	J
The grinding Patriarch bore	G
And kind men often wear a mask	H2
Like that which Jaggers wore	G
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But never mind Dick Swiveller	G
We ll see it out together	G
Beneath the wing of friendship Dick	H2
That never moults a feather	G
We ll look upon the rosy yet	B2
Full many a night old friend	B2
And tread the mazy ere we woo	G
The balmy in the end	B2
Our palace walls are rather bare	G
The floor is somewhat damp	C2
But while there s liquor anywhere	G
Is good enough to camp	C2
What ho mine host bring forth thine ale	Z
And let the board be spread	B2
It is the hour when churchyards yawn	Q2
And wine goes to the head	B2
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Twas you who saved poor Kit old chap	C2
When he was in a mess	J
But what ho Varlet bring us wine	E2
Here s to the Marchioness	J
We ll make a scholar of her yet	B2
She ll be a lady fair	G
And she shall go in silk attire	G
And siller have to spare	G
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From sport to sport they hurry her	G
To banish her regrets	J
And when we win a smile from her	G
We cannot pay our debts	J
Left orphans at a tender age	R2
We re happiest in the land	B2
We re Glorious Apollos Dick	H2
And you re Perpetual Grand	B2
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You re king of all philosophers	J
And let the Godly rust	B2
Here s to the obscure citizen	N2
Who sent the beer on trust	B2
It sure would be a cheerful world	B2
If never man got tight	B2
You spent your money on your friends	J
Dick Swiveller Good night	B2
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A dissolute and careless man	S2
An idle drunken path	T2
But see where Sidney Carton spills	J
His last drink on the hearth	U2
A ruined life He lived for drink	H2
And but one thing beside	B2
And Oh it was a glorious death	V2
That Sidney Carton died	B2
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And Which I meantersay is Pip	C2
The voices hurry past	B2
Not to deceive you s	J