作曲 : Traditional
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