Bedlam Boys Songtext
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Bedlam Boys Songtext
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'll 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 food one morning
And there I got souls piping hot
All on the spit a-turning
And there I picked a cauldron
Where boiled ten thousand harlots
Though full of flame I drank the same
To the health of all such varlets
Still I'll 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
For to cut mince pies from the children's thighs
With which to feed the fairies
The spirits white as lightening
Shall on my travels guide me
The moon would quake and the stars would shake
Whene′er they′ve espied me
Still I'll 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, maid nor doxy
Shall win my Mad Tom from me
I′ll weep all night, and the stars I'll fight
And the fray well become me
So drink to Tom of Bedlam
It′ll fill the seas in barrels
I'll drink it all, well brewed with gall
With my Maudlin I will travel
Still I′ll 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
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'll 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′ll 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, 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
Ten thousand miles I′ve traveled
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
For to save her shoes from gravel
Still I'll 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 food one morning
And there I got souls piping hot
All on the spit a-turning
And there I picked a cauldron
Where boiled ten thousand harlots
Though full of flame I drank the same
To the health of all such varlets
Still I'll 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
For to cut mince pies from the children's thighs
With which to feed the fairies
The spirits white as lightening
Shall on my travels guide me
The moon would quake and the stars would shake
Whene′er they′ve espied me
Still I'll 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, maid nor doxy
Shall win my Mad Tom from me
I′ll weep all night, and the stars I'll fight
And the fray well become me
So drink to Tom of Bedlam
It′ll fill the seas in barrels
I'll drink it all, well brewed with gall
With my Maudlin I will travel
Still I′ll 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
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'll 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′ll 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, 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
Writer(s): Dp, Martin Carthy, Jessica Radcliffe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
