By arresting them and placing them in jail;
Virtue can’t be legislated into man, degenerated,
Ancient rights can’t be usurped—they will prevail,
So I’m happy, hail and hearty and sometimes put on a party
Of my own without a solitary care,
Where I spend such blissful hours, in the fairest of all bowers,
In my little home-made bar beneath the stair.
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