Song | Boys Of Bedlam |
Artist | Steeleye Span |
Album | Lark in the Morning |
作曲 : JULIAN LITTMAN | |
For to see mad Tom of Bedlam | |
Ten thousand miles I'd travel | |
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes | |
For to save her shoes from gravel | |
Chorus: | |
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 | |
For to get me food one morning | |
And there I got souls piping hot | |
All on the spit a-turning | |
Chorus | |
Me staff has murdered giants | |
And me bag a long knife carries | |
For to cut mince pies from children's thighs | |
With which to feed the fairies | |
Chorus | |
This spirit's white as lightning | |
Would on me travels guide me | |
The moon would shake and the stars would quake | |
When ever they espied me | |
Chorus | |
And when that I have murdered | |
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 | |
Chorus | |
For to see mad Tom of Bedlam | |
Ten thousand years I'd travel | |
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes | |
For to save her shoes from gravel | |
Chorus |
zuò qǔ : JULIAN LITTMAN | |
For to see mad Tom of Bedlam | |
Ten thousand miles I' d travel | |
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes | |
For to save her shoes from gravel | |
Chorus: | |
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 | |
For to get me food one morning | |
And there I got souls piping hot | |
All on the spit aturning | |
Chorus | |
Me staff has murdered giants | |
And me bag a long knife carries | |
For to cut mince pies from children' s thighs | |
With which to feed the fairies | |
Chorus | |
This spirit' s white as lightning | |
Would on me travels guide me | |
The moon would shake and the stars would quake | |
When ever they espied me | |
Chorus | |
And when that I have murdered | |
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 | |
Chorus | |
For to see mad Tom of Bedlam | |
Ten thousand years I' d travel | |
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes | |
For to save her shoes from gravel | |
Chorus |