I'm crazy over
music, too. 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. Trenchard was tempted to examine the
contents of some of these cases, but a closer inspection made him recoil from
them in disgust. Wood's reply, if he intended any, was cut short by a loud knocking at the
door. John’s demeanor shifted. “You’re an idiot and your attitude is repugnant. Just as Hogarth got to the door, the turnkey
stopped him.
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