Lyrics

I am a brisk lad and my fortune is bad And if e'er I get rich it's a wonder I've spent all my money on girls and strong beer What riches I had are all plundered Field after field off to market I sent Till the land was all gone and the money was spent My heart was so hard that I never did repent And that's what put me into Limbo Oh once I could run while the others did lie Strut like a crow in the gutter The people all said that saw me passing by There goes Mr. Fop in a flutter; To the top and top-gallant I hoisted my sails With a flimsy cravat and a wig with three tails Oh, now I am ready to gnaw my own nails Drink the cold water of Limbo Oh I had an Uncle, he lived in the West And he heard of my sad disaster Poor soul! After that he could never take rest Oh, his sorrows came faster and faster; He came to the gaol to see my sad case And as soon as I saw him I knew his old face And I stood gazing at him like one in disgrace And I wished myself safe out of Limbo Jack, if I should set you once more on your legs And put you in credit and fashion Oh! will you lay off all those rakish old ways Try for to govern your passion? Oh Uncle, says I, if you will set me free I surely will always be ruled by thee And I'll labour my bones for the good of my soul See myself miles out of Limbo Then out of his purse he pulled three thousand pounds He counted it up in bright guineas And when I was free of those prison's gates Oh, I went to see Peggy and Jeannie; In my old ragged clothes they knew nought of my gold And they all turned me out in the wet and the cold You'd a-laughed for to hear how those hussies did scold The night they let me out of Limbo