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      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 to 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 go a-murdering   The man in the moon to a powder   His dog I'll shake and his staff I'll break   And I'll howl a wee 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 travelled   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