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[ 5 ] As ſoon as they got a ſight of my gold,

my pockets they ſtraight fell a picking,

I beat them as long as my cane it would hold,

and then fell to cuſſing and kicking;

Some cry'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,

I taught them to leave me in Limbo.

Come all ye young gallants, hear what I ſay,

I'd have you take warning by me, boys;

What little you've got, do not throw it away,

for fear you be ſerved as I was:

They'll kiſs you & bleſs you with many a fine tale,

And as ſoon as your money begins for to fail,

They will be the first that will clap you in jail,

take care that ye keep out of Limbo.

OWN in yon country lives a pretty dame,

She's called ſweet Polly always by her name,

Her checks are like cherries, her lips are like dew,

There's none in the world I can fancy but you.

How can I be eaſy or compos'd in my mind!

To leave Polly my fancy and jewel behind?

I'll go to the ocean and ſail it all through,

Unleſs that my Polly, ſweet Poly be true.

If I had a thouſand pounds laid up in ſtore,

I'd give it to Polly, had I as much more,

I'd throw out my net to catch her in a ſnare,

And bring her home I vow and declare.

Was I a fiſherman who lives by the tide,

And Polly a ſalmon, ſwimming by my ſide,