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Where Saint Giles' church stands, once a lazar-house stood;
And, chain'd to its gates, was a vessel of wood;
A broad-bottom'd bowl, from which all the fine fellows,
Who pass'd by that spot, on their way to the gallows,
Might tipple strong beer,
Their spirits to cheer,
And drown in a sea of good liquor all fear!
For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles
So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles!
II. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon
his thought for consideration. Sister’s got married to that bounder Ferringhall. She pulled herself together and put her eye to the eye-piece. ”
Ann Veronica flung away from her hand, and the pepper-pot on the tray upset,
sending a puff of pepper into the air and instantly filling them both with an
intense desire to sneeze.
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