“Poor old daddy! I wonder if he’ll spend much on the fatted calf?. “I am exceedingly sorry,” he said. "Ah!" he exclaimed, in a tone of anguish. 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 So well as a draught from the Bowl of St. This was no night for the indulgence of dreamy musing.
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