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 "They gets it pretty hot,
 * The maidens wot we cotch—

Two years this lady's got
 * For collaring a wotch."

"Oh, ah!—indeed—I see,"
 * The troubadour exclaimed—

"If I may make so free,
 * How is this castle named?"

The warden's eyelids fill,
 * And sighing, he replied,

"Of gloomy Pentonville
 * This is the female side!"

The minstrel did not wait
 * The warden stout to thank,

But recollected straight
 * He'd business at the Bank.

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