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59 He was not present during the night the next morning, or the next, or the next. 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. ” “Let me tell you the reason you are here. ’ ‘Ah, that was well done of him,’ exclaimed Melusine. “Did your foster dads ever try to molest you?” “Of course they did, John. None this end.
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