Great Expectations, tune of 'The Marines' Hymn'

From the Kentish marsh and river,
To the London city’s grime,
Pip sought status and a fortune,
Leaving Joe and honest time.
First, a boy of humble station,
Then a snob in fancy scenes;
He pursued a cold Estella,
Filled with self-improving dreams.

Miss Havisham, in a faded dress,
Lived within her home decayed;
Taught her ward to break all male hearts,
For the price her groom had paid.
Pip believed that she was his patron,
Fancied he’d an easy life,
But the truth revealed a convict,
Filled with penitence and strife.

Here’s a tale of class and conscience,
How true worth is found within;
Not in wealth or empty status,
But in kindness to all men.
When his “great expectations” vanished,
Pip found peace and honest work.
Learned that love and loyalty,
Are the values that don’t shirk.

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