(Hit it, boys!)

To find my Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand years I travel
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
To save me 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 now repent that ever
Poor Tom was so disdain-ed.
My wits are tossed and semi-crossed
Which makes me thus go chain-ed.

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 to Pluto's kitchen,
to beg some food one morning.
There I got souls spiking hot,
while on the spit a-turning.

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

There I took up a caldron,
where I boiled ten thousand harlots.
Though still a-flame I drank the same,
with a health to all such varlets.

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.

Me staff has murdered giants,
me bag a long knife carries,
to cut mince pies from children's thighs,
with which to feed the faeries.

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.

No gypsy, slut, or doxie,
shall win me mad Tom from me.
I'll weep all night with the stars I'll fight,
the fray shall well become me.

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,
fill all the seas and barrels.
I'll drink it all well brewed with gall,
and maudlin drunk I'll quarrel.

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.

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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