So I Sing Bonnie Boys, Bonnie Mad Boys...

To find my Tom O' Bedlam
10,000 years I'll travel
Madmaudlin goes on dirty toes
To save her shoes from gravel

I sore repent that ever

Poor Tom was so disdain-ed

My wits are lost since him I crossed

Which makes me thus go chained

I went down to Satan's kitchen

To get some food one morning

And there I got souls piping hot

All on the spit a-turning

There I took up a caldron

Where boiled ten thousand harlots

Though full of flame I drank the same

To the health of all such varlets

My staff has murdered giants

My bag a long knife carries

For to cut mince pies from children's thighs

And feed them to the fairies

A spirit hot as lightening

Did on my journey guide me

The sun did shake and the pale moon quake

Whenever they did espy me

No gypsy, slut 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

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

So I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys

Bedlam boys are bonnie

For the all go bare and live by the air

And want no drink nor money