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And put thee in credit and faſhion,
D’ye think you can leave off Bridget and Peg?
And can you now bridle your paſſion?
Believe me, dear uncle, If ever they come
To tempt me to ſin, as before they have done,
Odds wounds, I will ſoundly belabour their bums;
I’ll teach them to leave me in limbo.
He threw me a purſe of five hundred pounds,
Which was all told me into guineas;
Receiving the ſame, return’d him thanks,
Then I went to ſee Betty and Jenny;
I went in my rags, they knew not of my gold,
They turn’d me out in the rain and the cold;
You’d laugh to ſee how the bitches did ſcold,
And laugh’d at my lying in limbo.
I pull’d out my purſe of five hundred pounds,
I pour’d them out on the table;
This glitt’ring ſight they no ſooner beheld,
Than they began to ſnigle and gigle;
And turning me round, would ſit in my lap,
And ſmerking and laughing, my cheeks they would clap;
I told them that I would have no more of that,
It was it that brought me to limbo.
They had no ſooner got ſight of my gold,
Than my pockets they fell a picking;
I beat them ſo long as my cane would hold,
And then fell to cuſſing and kicking:
Some call’d out murder, while others did ſcold,
But I was not able my hands for to hold,
I threſhed their bodies for the good of their ſouls,
And taught them to leave me in limbo.
Come all you young gallants, take care what I ſay,
I’d have you take warning by me, boys,
That little you have you don’t make it away,
For fear you be ſerv’d as I was,