‘You are mad, if you think he will give you a sou. 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. “Great dears!” said Capes, as the vehicle passed out of sight. " With this, he mounted his steed and rode off. Wood rest till he brought the villains to justice. ” “It gives in a nutshell the miracle of art and the imagination. " "I've had the hard work to do, at all events," rejoined Jack, "But I won't complain. . Go for it. There haven't been so many ladies in the Lodge since the days of Claude Du Val, the gentleman highwayman; and they all declare it'll break their hearts if he's scragged.
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