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My heart was ſo hard’ned it would not relent,
Till once I was clapt up in limbo,
I kept me a brace of as delicate jades,
As ever brought nine pence to nothing;
I kept them as long as my credit would hold,
Together with meat drink, and cloathing;
My creditors they for their debts would not ſtay,
But ſtill haunted after me day after day.
And now they have caſt me into jail, you will ſay,
To drink the cold water in limbo.
I uſed to rant, as if I could fly,
And ſtrut like a crow in a gutter;
Moſt people did call out, whene’er I paſt by,
There goes Maſter Fopling flutter.
Like top and top gallant I hoiſted my ſail,
With my fringed cravat, with wig and three tails;
And now I am ready to gnaw my own nails,
Confin’d in a chamber in limbo
Add as I was lying one day on the ſtraw,
Bewailing my woeful condition,
With hunger, my fingers was reapy to gnaw,
I ſigh’d and brought forth this expreſſion;
If I could but get the young whores to my hand.
To argue the caſe very long I’d not ſtand,
To threſh the young bitches as ſmall as the ſand,
I’d teach them to leave me in limbo.
I had an old uncle who liv’d in the weſt,
When he heard of my ſad diſaſter,
Poor ſoul, his heart was never at reſt,
His ſorrows came faſter and faſter:
He came to the priſon to ſee my ſad caſe,
No ſooner I ſaw him than I ſtraight knew his face
And on him ſtood gazing like one in amaze;
I wiſh’d then to be out of limbo.
Said he, if I ſet thee once more on thy legs,