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\"Sorry. 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. " And he raised his arm with the
intention of executing his purpose, when a ball from Jack's pistol passed through
the back of his hand, shattering the limb. . Wood," said she, in the deep, hoarse accents of
consumption; "and may God Almighty bless and reward you for your kindness!
You were always the best of masters to my poor husband; and now you've
proved the best of friends to his widow and orphan boy.
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