He told her something about music, the great world outside. 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. ’ He added on a teasing note, ‘Though if there’s anything suspicious we can always get the key from Pottiswick. "I've spoken. ” Sir John did not hesitate any longer. I will lay them all at your feet. .
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