‘Ah. "Stop thief!" clamoured the rabble behind. 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. Kneebone, addressing his comely attendant; "put a few more plates on the table, and bring up whatever there is in the larder. Those are all nice things, but it’s not what I want. 4 \"No thanks. ” She covered her face with her hands. " "Sir," said the chief turnkey, indignantly.
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