Schelmish Boys Of Bedlam
For to see mad Tom of Bedlam ten thousand 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 for to get me food one
morning
And there I got souls piping hot all on a spit a-
turning.
My staff has murdered giants and my bag a long knife
carries
To cut mince pies from children's thighs with which to
feed the fairies.
My spirit's white as lightning would on my travels
guide me
The moon would shake and the stars would quake whenever
they espied me.
And when that I have murdered the man in the moon to a
powder
His staff I'll break and his doct I'll shake and there
howl no demon louder.
For to see mad Tom of Bedlam ten thousand years I
travelled
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes for to save her shoes
from gravel.
