(Hit it, boys!)
To find my Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand years I travel
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
To save me 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 now repent that ever
Poor Tom was so disdain-ed
My wits are tossed and semi-crossed
Which makes me thus go chain-ed
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 to Pluto's kitchen
To beg some food one morning
There I got souls spiking hot
While on the spit a-turning
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
There I took up a caldron
Where I boiled ten thousand harlots
Though still a-flame I drank the same
With a health to all such varlets
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
Me staff has murdered giants
Me bag a long knife carries
To cut mince pies from children's thighs
With which to feed the faeries
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
No gypsy, s*ut, or doxie
Shall win me mad Tom from me
I'll weep all night with the stars I'll fight
The fray shall well become me
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
So drink to Tom of Bedlam
Fill all the seas and barrels
I'll drink it all well brewed with gall
And maudlin drunk I'll quarrel
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
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