St. Giles’s Bowl.*

I.

Con presentimento della forca.

♯

I.

Where Saint Giles’s

church

stands, once

a

la

zar house

stood;

And,

II.

By

man

y

a

high

way man

man

y

a

draught

Of

III.

There

Mul sack and

Swift neck, both

prigs from their

birth,

Old

IV.

When

gal

lant Tom

Shep pard

to

Ty

burn was

led,–

“Stop the

V.

Should

it

e’er

be

my

lot

to

ride

back wards that

way,

At

the

♯

♯

chain’d to

its

gates, was

a

ves

sel

of

wood;

A

broad

bot tom’d

nut

ty

brown

ale

at

Saint

Giles

’s

was

quaft,

Un

til

the

old

Mob and Tom

Cox took their

last

draught on

earth;

There

Ran

dal,

and

cart

at

the

Crown s

– top

a

mo

ment,” he

said.

He was of

fered the

door

of

the

Crown

I

will

cer

tain

ly

stay;

I’ll

sum

mon

the

bowl, from which

all

the

ﬁne

fel lows,

Who

pass’d by

that

spot,

on

their

la

zar house chanced to

fall

down,

And the broad bot tom’d

bowl

was

re

Shor ter

and

Whit ney pulled

up,

And

jol

ly

Jack

Joyce drank his

Bowl, but

he

left

it

and

smiled,

Crying,

“Keep

it

till

call’d

for

by

land lord– I’ll

call

for

the

Bowl,

And

drink

a

deep

draught to

the

♯

♯

♯

way

to the

gal lows,

Might

tip

ple strong

beer,

Their

spir

its

to

moved

to the

Crown.

Where the rob

ber

may

cheer,

His

spir

it

with

ﬁn

ish ing

cup!

For

a can

of

ale

calms,

A

high way man’s

Jon

a than

Wild!

“The

ras

cal

one

day,

Will

pass

by

this

health

of my

soul!

What

ev

er

may

hap,

I’ll

taste

of

the

♯
♮ ♯ ♯
♯
cheer,
And drown, in
a
sea
of
good
li
quor, all
fear!
For
noth
ing the
beer,
And
drown in
a
sea
of
good
li
quor all
fear!
For
noth
ing the
qualms, And
makes him sing
blithe ly
his
dol
or ous
psalms
And
noth
ing the
way,
And
drink
a
full
meas ure
to
mois
ten his
clay!
And
nev
er will
tap,
To
keep
up
my
spir
its when brought to the
crap!
For
noth
ing the
♯
tran sit to
Ty burn be guiles, So
well
as
a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles!
tran sit to
Ty burn be guiles, So
well
as
a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles!
tran sit to
Ty burn be guiles, So
well
as
a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles!
Bowl of Saint Giles have be
guiled Such a thor ough-paced scoun
drel as
Jon a than Wild!”
tran sit to
Ty burn be guiles, So
well
as
a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles!
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