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. "Heaven have mercy on his soul!" ejaculated Wood. “I dare not,” she answered. Her personal maidservant, the first she had ever had in her life, was joyful for her. And guess what? I don’t sleep much, if you haven’t noticed. Petrified and speechless, he turned an imploring look at Wild, who was himself filled with astonishment at the pile of rubbish lying before him. "I didn't mean to give offence," replied Sheppard, sulkily. He turned, expecting to see his wife.
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