Stampfel & Weber - Lovin' Mad Tom
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From the hag and hungry goblin
That unto rags would rend ye
All the spirits that stand by the naked man
In the book of moons defend ye
That of your five sound senses
You never be forsaken
Or wander from your selves with Tom
Abroad to beg your bacon
Of thirty, bare years have I
Twice twenty been enragéd
And of forty been three times fifteen
In durance soundly cagéd
In the lordly lofts of Bedlam
With stubble soft and dainty
Brave bracelets strong, sweet whips, ding-dong
Wholesome hunger plenty
A thought I took for Maudlin
And a cruse of cockle pottage
With a thing this tall, Sky bless you all
I befell into this dotage
I slept not since the Conquest
Till then I scarcely waked
The roughish bay of love where I lay
Me found and stripped me naked
When I short have shorn my sow’s face
And snigged my hairy barrel
At an oaken inn, I pound my skin
In a suit of gilt apparel
The moon's my constant mistress
And the lovely owl my marrow
A flaming drake and the night crow make
Me music to my sorrow
I know more than Apollo
For oft while he lies sleeping
I see the stars at bloody wars
And the wounded welkin weeping
The moon embrace her shepherd
And the Queen of Love her warrior
While the first doth horn the star of morn
And the next her heavenly harrier
The Gypsies, Snap and Pedro
Are none of Tom's companions
The slut I scorn and the cutpurse sworn
And the roaring boy bravadoes
The meek, the white, the gentle
Me handle, touch or spare not
But those that cross Tom Rhinoceros
Do what the panther dare not
By host of furious fancies
Whereof I am commander
With a burning spear and a horse of air
To the wilderness I wander
By a knight of ghosts and shadows
I summoned am to tourney
Ten leagues beyond the wide world's end
They thinks it is no journey
I'll bark against the Dog-Star
I'll crow away the morning
I'll chase the Moon till it be noon
And I'll make her leave her horning
But I’ll find merry mad Maud
And seek whate'er betides her
And I shall love beneath and above
The dirty earth that hides her
That unto rags would rend ye
All the spirits that stand by the naked man
In the book of moons defend ye
That of your five sound senses
You never be forsaken
Or wander from your selves with Tom
Abroad to beg your bacon
Of thirty, bare years have I
Twice twenty been enragéd
And of forty been three times fifteen
In durance soundly cagéd
In the lordly lofts of Bedlam
With stubble soft and dainty
Brave bracelets strong, sweet whips, ding-dong
Wholesome hunger plenty
A thought I took for Maudlin
And a cruse of cockle pottage
With a thing this tall, Sky bless you all
I befell into this dotage
I slept not since the Conquest
Till then I scarcely waked
The roughish bay of love where I lay
Me found and stripped me naked
When I short have shorn my sow’s face
And snigged my hairy barrel
At an oaken inn, I pound my skin
In a suit of gilt apparel
The moon's my constant mistress
And the lovely owl my marrow
A flaming drake and the night crow make
Me music to my sorrow
I know more than Apollo
For oft while he lies sleeping
I see the stars at bloody wars
And the wounded welkin weeping
The moon embrace her shepherd
And the Queen of Love her warrior
While the first doth horn the star of morn
And the next her heavenly harrier
The Gypsies, Snap and Pedro
Are none of Tom's companions
The slut I scorn and the cutpurse sworn
And the roaring boy bravadoes
The meek, the white, the gentle
Me handle, touch or spare not
But those that cross Tom Rhinoceros
Do what the panther dare not
By host of furious fancies
Whereof I am commander
With a burning spear and a horse of air
To the wilderness I wander
By a knight of ghosts and shadows
I summoned am to tourney
Ten leagues beyond the wide world's end
They thinks it is no journey
I'll bark against the Dog-Star
I'll crow away the morning
I'll chase the Moon till it be noon
And I'll make her leave her horning
But I’ll find merry mad Maud
And seek whate'er betides her
And I shall love beneath and above
The dirty earth that hides her
