Mad Tom of Bedlam

For to see Mad Tom of Bedlam, Ten thousand miles I've travelled Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes For to save her shoes from gravel It's well that we 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 down to Satan's Kitchen For to break my fast one morning And there I got souls piping hot All on the spit a-turning It's well that we 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 A spirit howled as lightning Did on that journey guide me The sun did shake and the pale moon quake Whenever they did spy me