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“My chief,” he said, “took it into his head to have an impromptu dinner party. . I found him lying like this, the bleeding partly stopped by this scarf, else he had been dead by now. Should it e'er be my lot to ride backwards that way, At the door of the Crown I will certainly stay; I'll summon the landlord—I'll call for the Bowl, And drink a deep draught to the health of my soul! Whatever may hap, I'll taste of the tap, To keep up my spirits when brought to the crap! For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of St.
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