Jolie Holland - Mad tom of bedlam lyrics

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For to see Mad Tom of Bedlam Ten thousand years 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 reprent that ever Poor Tom was so disdain-ed My wits are lost since him I crossed Which makes me thus go chained Chorus I went down to Satan's kitchen (I believe this line is different) To break some food one morning And there I got souls piping hot All on the spit a-turning. Chorus There I took a cauldron Where 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 For which to feed the fairies. Chorus A spirit howled as lightening Would on my journey guide me The stars would shake and the moon would quake Whenever they espied me. Chorus No gypsy, sl*t or doxy Shall win my mad Tom from me I'll weep all night, with stars I'll fight The fray shall well become me. Chorus So drink to Tom of Bedlam Go fill the seas in barrels I'll drink it all, well brewed with gall And maudlin drunk I'll quarrel Jolie Holland - Mad tom of bedlam lyrics, free lyrics

For to see Mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand years 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 reprent that ever
Poor Tom was so disdain-ed
My wits are lost since him I crossed
Which makes me thus go chained

Chorus

I went down to Satan's kitchen (I believe this line is different)
To break some food one morning
And there I got souls piping hot
All on the spit a-turning.

Chorus

There I took a cauldron
Where 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
For which to feed the fairies.

Chorus

A spirit howled as lightening
Would on my journey guide me
The stars would shake and the moon would quake
Whenever they espied me.

Chorus

No gypsy, sl*t or doxy
Shall win my mad Tom from me
I'll weep all night, with stars I'll fight
The fray shall well become me.

Chorus

So drink to Tom of Bedlam
Go fill the seas in barrels
I'll drink it all, well brewed with gall
And maudlin drunk I'll quarrel



Jolie Holland - Mad tom of bedlam lyrics, free lyrics