Henry Sambrooke Leigh

          In form and feature, face and limb,

          I grew so like my brother,

          That folks got taking me for him,

          And each for one another.

It puzzled all our kith and kin,

          It reached a fearful pitch;

          For one of us was born a twin,

          Yet not a soul knew which.

                    One day, to make the matter worse,

                    Before our names were fixed,

                    As we were being washed by nurse,

                    We got completely mixed;

                    And thus, you see, by fate’s decree,

                    Or rather nurse’s whim,

                    My brother John got christened me,

                    And I got christened him.

                              This fatal likeness even dogged

                              My footsteps when at school,

                              And I was always getting flogged,

                              For John turned out a fool.

                              I put this question, fruitlessly,

                              To every one I knew,

                              “What would you do, if you were me,

                              To prove that you were you?”

                                         Our close resemblance turned the tide

                                         Of my domestic life,

                                         For somehow, my intended bride

                                         Became my brother’s wife.

                                         In fact, year after year the same

                                         Absurd mistakes went on,

                                         And when I died, the neighbors came

                                         And buried brother John.

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