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Dr Walcot's Request For Ivory Tickets Sent To Shield The
Jests Home
COMPOSER.
SON of the string (I do not mean Jack Ketch,
Though Jack, like thee, produceth dying tones),
Oh, yield thy pity to a starving wretch,
And for to-morrow's treat pray send thy bones!
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