He got out of the car and lifted her from the convertible before she could open the door. 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 don’t see that men need bank it with the women. ‘Thanks to him, Hilary and I nearly had our heads blown off. . " "What faith is to be kept with a felon?" replied the woollen-draper, disdainfully. THAMES DARRELL.
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