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 (5) And put thee in credit and faſhion, D'ye think you can leave oft Bridget and Peg? And can you now bridle your paſſion ? Believe me, dear uncle, If ever they come To tempt me to fin, as before they have done, Odds wounds, I will ſoundly belabour their bums; I'll teach thera 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 fight they no ſooner beheld, Than they began to ſnigle and gigle; And turning me round, would fit in my lap, And ſmerking and laughing, my checks they would I told them that I would have no nose of that, (clap: It was it that brought me to limbo. They had no ſooner got fight of my gold, Than my pockets they fell a picking, I beat them ſo long as my cane would hold, And then fell to cuffing 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 fouls, 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 was,