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At midnight these, and such like sots,
With noddles full, from stinking pots
Of rank geneva, and of rum,
They raise a scent where’er they come;
Reel, cursing, in a grumbling tone,
In some dark lane, where sun ne’er shone,
But darkness dire, surrounds the place,