Teksty: Jolie Holland. Mad Tom of Bedlam.

To see mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand miles I've traveled
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
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 mornin'
And there I got souls pipin' hot
All on the spit a turnin'

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

The spirits white as lightenin'
Did on that journey guide me
The sun did shake and the pale moon quake
Wherever they did espied me

And 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

My staff has murdered giants
And my pack a long knife carries
For the slice mince pies from children's thighs
From which to feed the faeries

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

Tonight I'll gonna murderin'
The man in the moon to a powder
His dog I'll shake and his staff I'll break
And there'll howl a little bit louder

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

To see Mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand miles I've traveled
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
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