Bedlam Boys For to see Mad Tom of Bedlam, Ten thousand miles I traveled. Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes, To save her shoes from gravel. CHORUS: 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 regret that ever, Poor Tom was so disdained. Me wits are lost since him I crossed, Which makes me thus go chained. CHORUS I went down to Pluto's kitchen, To beg some food one morning. And there I got souls piping hot, All on the spit a-turning. CHORUS There I took up a cauldron, Where I boiled ten thousand harlots. Though full of flame I drank the same, To the health of all such varlets. CHORUS My staff has murdered giants. My bag a long knife carries, To cut mince pies from children's thighs, With which to feed the fairies. CHORUS No gypsy, slut or doxy, Shall win my mad Tom from me. I'll weep all night, with the stars I'll fight. The fray shall well become me. CHORUS So drink to Tom of Bedlam, Fill all the seas in barrels. I'll drink it all, well brewed with gall, And Maudlin drunk I'll quarrel. CHORUS