Mad Maudlin

To find my Tom of Bedlam, then thousand years I'll travel
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes, to save her shoes from gravel

I now repent that ever
Poor Tom was so disdained
My wits are lost since him I crost
Which makes me go thus chained

My staff hath murder'd Gyants
My bag a long Knife carries
To cut Mince-Pies from Children's Thighs
With which I'll feast the Fairies

My horn is made of Thunder,
I stole it out of Heav'n
The Rainbow there is this I wear
For which I thence was driv'n

I went to Pluto's Kitchen
To beg some food one morning
And there I got Souls piping hot
With which the spits were turning

Then took I up a Cauldron
Where boyl'd Ten Thousand Harlots
T'was full of Flame yet I drank the same
To the Health of all such Varlets

A Spirit hot as Lightning
Did in that Journey guide me
The Sun did shake and the pale Moon quake
As soon as e'er they spi'd me

And now that I have gotten
a Lease than Doomsday longer
To live on Earth with some in Mirth
Ten Whales shall feed my Hunger

No Gipsie Slut or Doxy
shall win my Mad Tom from me
We'll weep all night and with Stars Fight
The Fray shall well become me

And when that I have beaten
the Man i'th'Moon to a Powder
His Dog I'll take and him I'll make
As could no Daemon louder

A health to Tom of Bedlam
Go fill the seas in Barrels
I'll drink it all well brew'd with Gall
and Maudlin drunk I'll quarrel

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