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cecil armstrong gibbs - tom o'bedlam lyrics
from the hagg and hungrie goblin
that into rags would rend ye
and the spirit that stands
by the naked man
in the book of moons defend ye!
that of your five sound senses
you never be forsaken
nor wander from
yourselves with tom
abroad to beg your bacon
while i doe sing, “any food, any feeding
feeding, drink and clothing.”
come dame or maid, be not afraid
poor tom will injure nothing
of thirty bare years have i
twice twenty bin enragèd
and of forty bin
three times fifteene
in durance soundly cagèd
on the lordlie loftes of bedlem
with stubble softe and dainty
brave bracelets strong
sweet whips ding_dong
and wholesome hunger plenty
and nowe i sing, “any food, any feeding
feeding, drink and clothing.”
come dame or maid, be not afraid
poor tom will injure nothing
when i short have sh_rne my sowre face
and swigg’d my oaken barrel
in an oaken inn
i pound my skin
in a suit of gilt apparell
the moon’s my constant mistresse
and the lovely owl’s my marrowe;
the flaming drake
and the night_crowe make
me music to my sorrowe
while i doe sing, “any food, any feeding
feeding, drink and clothing.”
come dame or maid, be not afraid
poor tom will injure nothing
i know more than apollo
for oft when he lies sleeping
i behold the stars
at mortal wars
and the rounded welkin weeping;
the moone embraces her shepheard
and the queen of love her warryor
while the first does h_rn
the stars of the morn
and the next the heavenly farrier
while i doe sing, “any food, any feeding
feeding, drink and clothing.”
come dame or maid, be not afraid
poor tom will injure nothing
the gypsie snap and pedro
are none of tom’s comradoes
the punk i scorn
and the cutpurse sworn
and the roaring boy’s bravadoe
the meeke, the white, the gentle
me handle, touch, and spare not
but those that crosse
tom rynosseros
doe what the panther dare not
although i sing, “any food, any feeding
feeding, drink and clothing.”
come dame or maid, be not afraid
poor tom will injure nothing
with an heart of furious fancies
whereof i am commander
with a burning spear
and a horse of air
to the wilderness i wander
with a knight of ghostes and shadows
i summoned am to tourney
ten leagues beyond
the wide world’s end
methinks it is no journey
yet will i sing, “any food, any feeding
feeding, drink and clothing.”
come dame or maid, be not afraid
poor tom will injure nothing
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