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. ” She agreed. ‘You are not the only one to seek them out,’ he said. She
felt her forehead repeatedly break out in a light sweat. I keep it for my own drinking," he
added in a lower tone. Wood," said Jonathan, advancing towards him, and speaking in a low tone,
"the secret of your adopted son's birth is known to me. "Your servant, Sir Rowland," said the stranger, ducking his head, as he
advanced.
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