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"Well, then," returned the ruffian, "to put you out o' suspense, as the topsman
remarked to poor Tom Sheppard, afore he turned him off, I'm come to make you
an honourable proposal o' marriage. But don’t run away with the idea
that I’m hanging out for a wife at last, because I’m not. Knap. There MULSACK and SWIFTNECK, both prigs from their birth,
OLD MOB and TOM COX took their last draught on earth:
There RANDAL, and SHORTER, and WHITNEY pulled up,
And jolly JACK JOYCE drank his finishing cup!
For a can of ale calms,
A highwayman's qualms,
And makes him sing blithely his dolorous psalms
And nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles
So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles!
"Singing's dry work," observed the stranger, pausing to take a pull at the bottle. "A hundred guineas if you hang Jack Sheppard.
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