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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. None at all. "I had one," answered his sister, in a mournful voice; "and, perhaps, I have one still. “Dear husband,” she murmured. " The Wastrel laughed. " "Of what am I accused?" asked Thames, who though a good deal alarmed at first, had now regained his courage. "Close the court, Mr. ” He answered as they hauled huge remainders of stumps and ragged rocks to the grave to make it difficult to trespass upon. ’ ‘Lord, man, it’s only a scratch!’ Suddenly Gerald snapped his fingers. . " "My death will lie at your door," remarked Jackson to the carpenter.
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