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"Now—begin. Except for the dull eyes and the extreme pallor of his face, there was nothing else to indicate that he was deep in liquor. 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. So, when I tell you she loves you, I know. " "How?" "Listen to me, Thames.
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