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By many a highwayman many a draught

Of nutty-brown ale at Saint Giles’s was quaft,

Until the old lazar-house chanced to fall down,

And the broad-bottom’d bowl was removed to the Crown.

Where the robber may cheer His spirit with beer, 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!