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Antony:

I have sailed the world, beheld its wonders

From the Dardenells, to the mountains of Peru

But there's no place like London!

Sweeney:

No, there's no place like London.

Antony:

Mr. Todd?

Sweeney:

You are young.

Life has been kind to you.

You will learn...

There's a hole in the world

Like a great black pit

And the vermin of the world

Inhabit it

And its morals aren't worth

What a pig could spit

And it goes by the name of London.

At the top of the hole

Sit the privileged few,

Making mock of the vermin in the lower zoo

Turning beauty into filth and greed

I too have sailed the world and seen its wonders,

For the cruelty of men

Is as wondrous as Peru,

But there's no place like London!

Antony:

Is everything alright, Mr. Todd?

Sweeney:

I beg your indulgence, Anthony.

My mind is far from easy.

In these once-familiar streets

I feel shadows, everywhere.

There was a barber and his wife,

And she was beautiful.

A foolish barber and his wife,

She was his reason and his life,

And she was beautiful.

And she was virtuous.

And he was naive.

There was another man who saw

That she was beautiful,

A pious vulture of the law, who with a gesture of his claw

Removed the barber from his plate.

Then there was nothing but to wait.

And she would fall,

So soft,

So young,

So lost,

And oh, so beautiful!

Antony:

And the lady, sir, Did she succumb?

Sweeney:

Oh, that was many years ago...

I doubt if anyone would know.

I'd like to thank you, Anthony.

If you hadn't spotted me,

I'd be lost on the ocean still.

Antony:

Will I see you again?

Sweeney:

You might find me, if you like, around Fleet Street,

I wouldn't wonder.

Antony:

Until then, my friend.

Sweeney:

There's a hole in the world

Like a great black pit

And it's filled with people

Who are filled with shit

And the vermin of the world

Inhabit it...