Mad Tom of Bedlam - Moulettes feat. Liz Green, Rioghnach Connolly, Louis Barabbas, Campbell Austin, Adam Harper, Hannah Ford, Ellis Davies, Sam Buckley and Ali Cegielka, Moulettes, Louis Barabbas

Mad Tom of Bedlam - Moulettes feat. Liz Green, Rioghnach Connolly, Louis Barabbas, Campbell Austin, Adam Harper, Hannah Ford, Ellis Davies, Sam Buckley and Ali Cegielka, Moulettes, Louis Barabbas

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Horses for Hearses
Год
2010
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
244600

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Mad Tom of Bedlam

Moulettes feat. Liz Green, Rioghnach Connolly, Louis Barabbas, Campbell Austin, Adam Harper, Hannah Ford, Ellis Davies, Sam Buckley and Ali Cegielka, Moulettes, Louis Barabbas

For to see my Tom of Bedlam, 10, 000 miles I’d travel

Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes, to save her shoes from gravel.

Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys,

Bedlam boys are bonnie

For they all go bare and they live by the air,

And they want no drink nor money.

I went down to Satin’s kitchen, for to beg me food one morning

There I got souls piping hot, all on the spit a turning.

There I picked up a cauldron, Where boiled 10, 000 harlots

Though full of flame I drank the same, to the health of all such varlets.

My staff has murdered giants, my bag a long knife carries

For to cut mince pies from children’s thighs, with which to feed the fairies.

Spirits white as lightning, shall on my travels guide me

The moon would quake and the stars would shake, when' ere they espied me.

The moon’s my constant mistress, and the lonely owl my marrow

The flaming drake and the night crow make me music to my sorrow.

When I short have shorn my sour-face and swigged my horny barrel

In an oaken inn, I pound my skin as a suit of gilt apparel.

It’s when next I have murdered, the Man-In-The-Moon to powder

His staff I’ll break, his dog I’ll bake, they’ll howl no demon louder.

So drink to Tom of Bedlam, he’ll fill the seas in barrels

I’ll drink it all, all brewed with gall, with Mad Maudlin I will travel.

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