My belly was empty, though my stomach was full,
For to think there how I was trepanned,
Preston pull’d out a paper and made a long scrawl,
And he forc’d me to set my hand to’t.
Then I open’d his closet, I got out a pie,
Then I call’d for liquor, while I was a dry,
I knew somebody would pay for’t, but what cared I?
I wasn’t to starve, though in Limbo.
Another poor fellow there happen’d to be,
Which they had confined in Limbo;