I loathe this room. I am a pauper, and as yet I have not discovered
how to earn money. Should it e'er be my lot to ride backwards that way,
At the door of the Crown I will certainly stay;
I'll summon the landlord—I'll call for the Bowl,
And drink a deep draught to the health of my soul!
Whatever may hap,
I'll taste of the tap,
To keep up my spirits when brought to the crap!
For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles
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her fresh, trim presence as she passed young and erect, with the light of
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