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 always they were well satisfied. He saw, without any particular regret, that this year he would have to forego the junket; but there would be ample compensation in the study of these queer youngsters. Recollect that. “To tell you the truth though, I am quite a stranger in London, and it occurred to me that Mr. Unconscious that his movements were watched, Shotbolt, meanwhile, hastened towards Wych Street. " "Still, you forgot something.
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