To see Mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand miles I'd travel
Maudlin goes on dirty toes
For to save her shoes from gravel

Will 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

Down to Satan's kitchen
To get me food one morning
There I got souls piping hot
That on the spit were turning

I took up a cauldron
Where boiled a thousand harlots
Full of flame, I drank the same
The health of all such varlets

Will I sing bonny boys...

Spirits white as lightning
That on my journeys guide me
Stars will quake, the moon will shake
When e'er they do espy me

My staff has murdered giants
My pack a long knife carries
To cut mince pies from children's thighs
With which to feed the fairies

Will I sing bonny boys...

Will I sing bonny boys...

No gypsy slut or doxy
Shall have my Mad Tom from me
Dance all night, stars I'll fight
But the fray, it shall become me

And when that I have beaten
The Man in the Moon to powder
His staff I'll break, his dog I'll shake
There'll howl no demon louder

Will I sing bonny boys...

To see Mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand miles I'd travel
Maudlin goes on dirty toes
For to save her shoes from gravel

A health to Tom of Bedlam
A health to Tom of Bedlam
A health to Tom of Bedlam