There MULSACK and SWIFTNECK, both prigs from their birth, OLD MOB and TOM COX took their last draught on earth: There RANDAL, and SHORTER, and WHITNEY pulled up, And jolly JACK JOYCE drank his finishing cup! For a can of ale calms, A highwayman's qualms, And makes him sing blithely his dolorous psalms And nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles! "Singing's dry work," observed the stranger, pausing to take a pull at the bottle. Here they remained till midnight when, calling for their reckoning and their steeds, they left the house. " "He'll be hanged nevertheless," replied the Hollander, giving his collar an ugly jerk. And, lastly, to the Seven Cities o' Refuge, in the New Mint. But we're neglecting the punch all this time. Ennison!” He released her. "Thank Heaven!" she gasped. "For ever!" said the thief-taker, preparing to follow. .
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