“Tell me more about this Martin Chen. And so she came upon the word Love. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. ” He replied. Where Saint Giles' church stands, once a lazar-house stood; And, chain'd to its gates, was a vessel of wood; A broad-bottom'd bowl, from which all the fine fellows, Who pass'd by that spot, on their way to the gallows, Might tipple strong beer, Their spirits to cheer, And drown in a sea of good liquor all fear! For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles! II. As he fell, he caught at the projecting masonry. Once more breaking through the hedge he took to the fields. If Thames is murdered, you are his assassin.
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