The Rights of Man - Bedlam Boys

To see Mad Tom of Bedlam, ten thousand miles I traveled
Maudlin clothes for dirty toes, just to save her shoes from gravel
Oh, will I sing, bonny boys, bonny mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonny
For they all go bare and they live in the air, and they want no drink or no
money
I went to Pluto’s kitchen, just to break my fast one morning
And there I got souls piping hot, that on the spit were turning
Oh, will I sing, bonny boys, bonny mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonny
For they all go bare and they live in the air, and they want no drink or no
money
My staff has murdered giants, and my pack a long knife carries
To cut mince pies from children’s thighs, with which to feed the fairies
Oh, will I sing, bonny boys, bonny mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonny
For they all go bare and they live in the air, and they want no drink or no
money
Spirits white as lightning, did on my journey guide me
The sun did shake, the pale moon quake, when e’er she did espy me
Oh, will I sing, bonny boys, bonny mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonny
For they all go bare and they live in the air, and they want no drink or no
money
No gypsy, slut nor doxy, can take my Mad Tom from me
I’ll dance all night and with stars fight, the fray it shall become me
Oh, will I sing, bonny boys, bonny mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonny
For they all go bare and they live in the air, and they want no drink or no
money
To see Mad Tom of Bedlam, ten thousand miles I traveled
Maudlin clothes for dirty toes, just to save her shoes from gravel
Oh, will I sing, bonny boys, bonny mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonny
For they all go bare and they live in the air, they want no drink or no money