Bedlam Boys

For to see Mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand miles I've traveled,
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 or money.

I now regret that ever,
Poor Tom was so disdained,
My wits I lost when him I crossed,
Which makes me thus go chained. chorus

My staff has murdered giants,
My pack a long knife carries,
For to cut mince pies from children's thighs,
And to feed them to the fairies. chorus

And when I go a murdering,
The man in the moon to the powder,
His staff I'll break and his dog I'll shake,
And there'll howl no demon louder. chorus

So drink to Tom of Bedlam,
Come fill the season'd barrel,
We'll drink it all well brewed with gall,
And maudlin drunk we'll quarrel. chorus

As performed on the recording:
Bedlam Boys

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