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

Still I sing bonney boys, Bonney mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonney
For they all go bare, and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money

I went down to Satan's Kitchen
For to beg me food one morning
And there I got souls piping hot
All on the spit a-turning

Still I sing bonney boys, Bonney mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonney
For they all go bare, and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money

The spirits white as lightening
Did on my travels guide me
The sun did shake and the moon would quake
Whenever they espied me

Still I sing bonney boys, Bonney mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonney
For they all go bare, and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money
My staff has murdered giants
And my bag a long knife carries
For to cut mince pies from children's thighs
And feed them to the faeries

Still I sing bonney boys, Bonney mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonney
For they all go bare, and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money

Tonight I'll go a murdering
The man in the moon to a powder
His staff I'll break and his dog I'll shake
And there'll howl no demon louder

Still I sing bonney boys, Bonney mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonney
For they all go bare, and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money

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

Still I sing bonney boys, Bonney mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonney
For they all go bare, and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money