"The warrant for his execution is arrived. The two young fools laughed until they cried. \" \"Nah, he's probably a cool guy, seems laid back enough. 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. A bumper round, gentlemen. Or he would find something—a wave in her hair, a little line in the contour of her brow or neck, that made an exquisite discovery.
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