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When gallant Tom Sheppard to Tyburn was led —

“Stop the cart at the Crown — stop a moment,” he said.

He was offered the Bowl, but he left it and smiled,

Crying, “Keep it till call’d for by Jonathan Wild!

“The rascal one day, “Will pass by this way, “And drink a full measure to moisten his clay! “And never will Bowl of Saint Giles have beguiled “Such a thorough-paced scoundrel as Jonathan Wild!”