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‘You have a knack of saying just the wrong thing. 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. But he may remain with you if he pleases: I sha'n't hinder him. Darnell's voice dismiss the group of ten miscreants when detention finally concluded at 4:35.
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