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. As such, you may command the sympathies of the gentry. “And even then—”
The conversation hung for a thoughtful moment. “You
know, my mom caught me smoking once with Missy. I hate what I am. \"Great!\" I'll drive you. Unless he has dealings with the devil, he could never have done
this alone.
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