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. I owe his mother one, and will repay the debt, with interest, to her son. "He is gone!" cried Mrs. That place was closed by the police last month. She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. For a long time neither spoke again. Strict Catholics, and loyal to the backbone. ” “Why not? Your spirits at least should be good.
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