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. Wood, in a taunting tone. " "I know not how to act," exclaimed Jack, almost driven to desperation. Men fled from their tottering habitations, and returned to them scared by greater dangers. Though he walked by the side of the governor, he seldom exchanged a word with him, but appeared wholly absorbed in the contemplations inspired by a broadbowled Dutch pipe. " "Come, come, Captain," remonstrated Blueskin. At length she hit upon it: bubbling water.
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