Poem about the great expectations.
Swindling, stealing, snatching, Oh Abel
Thrown in and thrown out of prison he was
Till petty criminal was his label
He met a person above England’s laws
Theft was his game, Compeyson was his Swindling, stealing, snatching, Oh Abel
Thrown in and thrown out of prison he was
Till petty criminal was his label
He met a person above England’s laws
Theft was his game, Compeyson was his name Compeyson became Magwitch’s new crime boss
Compeyson had swindled a moneyed dame
With him was Arthur, but it was a loss Compeyson became Magwitch’s new crime boss
Compeyson had swindled a moneyed dame
With him was Arthur, but it was a loss Like a ghost, he saw a lady in white
Sca’red of the lady he saw, he died
Then Compeyson and Magwitch found some plight
They were to be taken to court and tried
Herbert discovered that the lady in white-
Was Miss Havisham, oh what a delight
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