To see Mad Tom of Bedlam Ten thousand miles I traveled Maudlin goes on dirty toes For to save her shoes from gravel
~ Chorus (after each verse): Yet will I sing, bonney boys, bonney mad boys Bedlam boys are bonney For they all go bare and they live in the air And they want no drink nor money
I went to Pluto's kitchen To break my fast one morning It's there I got souls piping hot That on the spit were turning
My staff has murdered giants My pack the long knife carries To cut mince pies from children's thighs With which to feed the fairies
His spirit hot as lightning Did on the journey guide me The sun did shake, the pale moon quaked Whene'er they did espy me
No gypsy, slut nor doxy Shall take me Mad Tom from me I'll dance all night and with stars fight But the fray, it shall become me
To see Mad Tom of Bedlam Ten thousand miles I traveled Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes For to save her shoes from gravel