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. Hoddy. But there was a face pressed to the glass. Bu I can
speak to that point. I cannot live
without you, Anna. ”
“Thank you. But what if she were to marry? He glanced towards
the elderly dame and found her watching him, the dimple very much in
evidence. Anna was unimpressed. This was the first young man who had
drawn from her something more than speculative interest. Then, even as they stood there, the room was
plunged into darkness.
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