For to see my Tom of Bedlam, 10,000 miles I’d travel,
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes, for to save her shoes from
Gravel.
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Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys, Bedlam boys are
Bonnie,
For they all go bare and they live on the air, and they want no
Drink nor money.
I went down to Satan’s kitchen, for to get me food one morning,
And there I got souls piping hot, all on the spit a-turning.
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There I picked up a cauldron, where boiled 10,000 harlots,
Though full of flame I drank the same, to the health of all
Such varlots.
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My staff has murdered giants, and my bag a long knife carries,
For to cut mince pies from children’s thighs, with which to
Feed the fairies.
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Spirits white as lightning, shall on my travels guide me,
The moon would quake and the stars would shake, whenever they
Espied me.
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No gypsy slut or doxy, shall win my Mad Tom from me,
I’ll weep all night, the stars I’ll fight, the fray will
Well become me.
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And it’s when next I have murdered, the Man-In-The-Moon to
Powder,
His staff I’ll break, his dog I’ll beat, they’ll howl no demon
Louder.
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So drink to Tom of Bedlam, he’ll fill the seas in barrels,
I’ll drink it all, all brewed with gall, with Mad Maudlin I will
Travel.
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