For to see Mad Tom of Bedlam
10, 000 miles I travelled
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
For to save her shoes from gravel
Still I sing bonny boys
Bonny mad boys, Bedlam boys are bonny
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money
I went down to Satan's kitchen
To break my fast one morning
And there I got souls piping hot
All on the spit a-turning
And there I took a cauldron
Where boiled 10, 000 harlots
Though full of flame I drank the same
To the health of all such barlettes
And still I sing bonny boys
Bonny mad boys, Bedlam boys are bonny
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money
My staff has murdered giants
My bag a long knife carries
To cut mince pies from childrens thighs
For which to feed the fairies
With a host of furious fancies
Where all I am commander
With burning spear and a horse of air
To the wilderness I wander
And still I sing bonny boys
Bonny mad boys, Bedlam boys are bonny
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money
The spirits white as lightning
Would on my travels guide me
The stars would shake, the moon would quake
Whenever they a-spied me
No gypsy, slut nor doxy
Shall win my Mad Tom from me
I'll weep all night, with the stars I'll fight
And the fray shall well become me
And still I sing bonny boys
Bonny mad boys, Bedlam boys are bonny
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money
So drink to Tom of Bedlam
Go fill the seasoned barrels
I'll drink it all, well brood with gall
And maudlin drunk I'll quarrel
And still I sing bonny boys
Bonny mad boys, Bedlam boys are bonny
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money
And still I sing bonny boys
Bonny mad boys, Bedlam boys are bonny
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money

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