tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57872370831138970452011-07-19T06:46:16.483-07:00Madmaudlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04746670557012981706noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787237083113897045.post-45502865060510814432008-08-03T15:47:00.000-07:002008-08-06T08:11:49.021-07:00<div align="center">To find my Tom O' Bedlam<br />10,000 years I'll travel<br />Madmaudlin goes on dirty toes<br />To save her shoes from gravel<br /><br />I sore repent that ever</div><div align="center">Poor Tom was so disdain-ed</div><div align="center">My wits are lost since him I crossed</div><div align="center">Which makes me thus go chained</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I went down to Satan's kitchen</div><div align="center">To get some food one morning</div><div align="center">And there I got souls piping hot</div><div align="center">All on the spit a-turning</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">There I took up a caldron</div><div align="center">Where boiled ten thousand harlots</div><div align="center">Though full of flame I drank the same</div><div align="center">To the health of all such varlets</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">My staff has murdered giants</div><div align="center">My bag a long knife carries</div><div align="center">For to cut mince pies from children's thighs</div><div align="center">And feed them to the fairies</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">A spirit hot as lightening</div><div align="center">Did on my journey guide me</div><div align="center">The sun did shake and the pale moon quake</div><div align="center">Whenever they did espy me</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">No gypsy, slut or doxy</div><div align="center">Shall win my mad Tom from me</div><div align="center">I'll weep all night, with stars I'll fight</div><div align="center">The fray shall well become me</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">So drink to Tom of Bedlam</div><div align="center">Go fill the seas in barrels</div><div align="center">I'll drink it all, well brewed with gall</div><div align="center">And maudlin drunk I'll quarrel</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">So I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys</div><div align="center">Bedlam boys are bonnie</div><div align="center">For the all go bare and live by the air</div><div align="center">And want no drink nor money</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5787237083113897045-4550286506051081443?l=madmaudlin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Madmaudlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04746670557012981706noreply@blogger.com0