But the country’s all rogues, and the world is a cheat,
And there they confin’d me in Limbo.
Like an innocent lamb to the slaughter I went,
Not knowing what was their intention,
But when I came there, O how I did stare,
When I found out their damned invention.
There was Preston the bailiff, Joe Craggs was his bum,
And there they did seize me, as sure as a gun,
Upstairs then they haul’d me into the back room,
And there they confin’d me in Limbo.