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. "
"I should like to hear all particulars of the affair," said Jackson, "if it wouldn't be
troubling you too much. Do you want
to kill us both? Stop the thing. Besides, you
have so many talents, you build things. “Yet it is my last evening, and I think
—if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it. Oh, I
think I understand, Annabel.
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