Limbo - Martin Carthy, Brass Monkey

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