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