Sidney Carton and Horace Rumpole
I'm Sidney Carton, drunkard, but
In looks I've got it made.
A battered hat and boozer's gut
Are Rumpole's stock in trade.
My love for Lucy is so pure
For her I'd gladly die.
I married Hilda. I'm not sure
I'll ever fathom why.
My life has been a sad pretence
But death transfigures me.
Bloodstains and blunt instruments
Are what I like to see.
I do a better thing by far
That sets my soul on fire.
Pommeroy's and a small cigar
Are all that I desire.
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