Should it e'er be my lot to ride backwards that way,
At the door of the Crown I will certainly stay;
I'll summon the landlord—I'll call for the Bowl,
And drink a deep draught to the health of my soul!
Whatever may hap,
I'll taste of the tap,
To keep up my spirits when brought to the crap!
For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles
So well as a draught from the Bowl of St. “Wild
horses—not if they have all the mounted police in London—shan’t keep me
out. ’
‘Oh, that tragic pair,’ uttered her ladyship in saddened tones. . "But I soon shall be," returned Jack; "take these," he added, flinging the
handcuffs against the wooden partition, "and wear 'em yourself. ’
Then she jammed her hat on her head all anyhow and ran from the room. She had never seen so much food in her life as she
saw at her own wedding feast. I can see the
whole thing was just a set-up for sequels, though. Now the baby’s bright May eyes peered up at her intently. "Again," cried Jonathan, sternly: "beware!"
"What!" vociferated Trenchard.
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