Again returning to the main road, he passed through Clapton; and turning off on the left, arrived at the foot of Stamford Hill. Full twenty highwaymen blithe and bold, Rattled their chains in that dungeon old; Of all that number there 'scaped not one Who carved his name on the Newgate Stone. They were in different key, they had a different timbre.
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