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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. America, the land of rosy apples and snowstorms, beckoned, and she wanted to fly thitherward. She decided to leave this matter until the morrow and devote the morning to settling up with Mr. His hair is oddly streaked with gray —I might say a dishonourable gray. “Is this hansom for me?” she said. The sky periodically pummeled her with hail pellets as she would pass through the deserted intersections. They exchanged greetings with the clarinetist. .
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