Ravens Three

Mad Tom

05:47
Ravens Three
09/15/2017
Traditional

Story

Mad Tom is one of the band's favorite medleys. The intertwining of the vocally busy tune, Bedlam Boys-one of the earliest songs about insanity, with the dark, gypsy-like Laride, an entrancing and lively combination is created. The pairing of these two tunes was the idea of original R3 guitarist, Dustin Cooper. The modified and updated arrangement was the brainchild of the current Ravens Three crew.

Lyrics

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 Satan's kitchen, to beg me food one morning
There I got souls piping hot, all on a spit a turning.
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.
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.
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.
My staff has murdered giants, my bag a long knife carries
To cut mince pies from children's thighs, with which to feed the fairies.
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.
Spirits white as lightning, shall on my travels guide me
The moon would quake the stars would shake, when' ere they espied me.
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.
No gypsy slut nor doxy shall win my Mad Tom from me
I'll weep all night, the stars I'll fight, the fray will well become me.
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.
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.
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.