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. Wood strained his eyes to catch a glimpse of the flying skiff. ’ ‘The Frenchie? I only knows as how Miss says he will ruin everything. ‘If he needed sanctuary, it raises grave doubts about his activities. On the envelope was written— Sydney Courtlaw, Esq. “I don’t think I’ve ever eaten that much in my entire life, Lucy, and that’s saying something.
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