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Mad Madame Maudlin

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While i do sing, any food
Feeding drink or clothing?
Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
Poor Tom will injure nothing...

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For to see Mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand years i traveled
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
For 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 went down to Pluto's kitchen
To break my fast one morning
And there i got souls piping hot
All on the spit a-turning.

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.

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.

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.

From the hag and hungry goblin
That into rags would rend ye,
All the sprites that stand by the naked man
In the book of moons, defend ye.

With a thought i took for Maudlin,
And a cruse of cockle pottage,
With a thing thus tall, Sky bless you all,
i befell into this dotage.

i slept not since the Sealing,
Till then i never waked,
Till the naked boy of love where i lay
Me found and stript me naked.

i know more than Apollo,
For oft when he lies sleeping
i see the stars at mortal wars
In the wounded welkin weeping.

The moon embrace her shepherd,
And the queen of love her warrior,
While the first doth horn the star of morn,
And the next the heavenly farrier.

On the lordly lofts of Bedlam
With stubble soft and dainty,
Brave bracelets strong, sweet whips, ding-dong,
With wholesome hunger plenty.

The moon's my constant mistress,
And the lonely owl my marrow;
The flaming drake and the night crow make
Me music to my sorrow.

The spirits white as lightening
Would on my travels guide me
The stars would shake and the moon would quake
Whenever they espied me.

And then that i'll be murdering
The Man in the Moon to the powder
His staff i'll break, his dog i'll shake
And there'll howl no demon louder.

With a host of furious fancies,
Whereof i am commander,
With a burning spear and a horse of air
To the wilderness i wander.

By a knight of ghosts and shadows
i summoned am to tourney
Ten leagues beyond the wide world's end-
Methinks it is no journey.

That of your five sound senses
You never be forsaken,
Nor wander from your selves with Tom
Abroad to beg your bacon.

i now repent that ever
Poor Tom was so disdain-ed
Me wits are crossed since him i lost
Which makes me thus go chained

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

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

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