Tom A'Bedlam's song - Revision history

Rafferty at 11:19, 21 June 2025

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	There's a recording of the song ~~here:~~		==Overview==
			There's a recording of the song [https://soundcloud.com/ubermodo/tom-o-bedlam here]. A slightly more suitable set of lyrics are included below. The song is often said to be about the [[life of Tom Drake]], the heroic Marcher general who struggled with depression for most of his life. Some Marcher bards suggest it is much older, however, and was repurposed in the early years of the Empire.
	https://soundcloud.com/ubermodo/tom-o-bedlam

	A slightly more suitable set of lyrics are:

	<song>		<song>

Harry at 16:46, 7 June 2022

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 https://soundcloud.com/ubermodo/tom-o-bedlam
-Empire-suitable lyrics are:
+A slightly more suitable set of lyrics are:
 <song>
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 In an oaken inn I pound my skin
 As a suit of gilt apparel.
-The moon's my constant Mistrisse,
+The moon's my constant 'panion,
 And the lowly owl my morrowe,
 The flaming Drake and the Nightcrow make
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 Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"
 Sweet Cit'zens all, be not afraid,
 Poor Tom will injure nothing.

Harry at 16:43, 7 June 2022

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	https://soundcloud.com/ubermodo/tom-o-bedlam		https://soundcloud.com/ubermodo/tom-o-bedlam

	~~The~~ lyrics are:		Empire-suitable lyrics are:

	<song>		<song>
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	While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,		While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,
	Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"		Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"
	~~Come dame or maid~~, be not afraid,		Sweet Cit'zens all, be not afraid,
	Poor Tom will injure nothing.		Poor Tom will injure nothing.

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	While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,		While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,
	Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"		Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"
	~~Come dame or maid~~, be not afraid,		Sweet Cit'zens all, be not afraid,
	Poor Tom will injure nothing.		Poor Tom will injure nothing.

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	With a thing thus tall, skie blesse you all,		With a thing thus tall, skie blesse you all,
	I befell into this dotage.		I befell into this dotage.
	I slept not since the ~~Conquest~~,		I slept not since the Marching,
	Till then I never waked,		Till then I never waked,
	Till the roguish boy of love where I lay		Till the roguish boy of love where I lay
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	While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,		While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,
	Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"		Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"
	~~Come dame or maid~~, be not afraid,		Sweet Cit'zens all, be not afraid,
	Poor Tom will injure nothing.		Poor Tom will injure nothing.

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	While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,		While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,
	Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"		Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"
	~~Come dame or maid~~, be not afraid,		Sweet Cit'zens all, be not afraid,
	Poor Tom will injure nothing		Poor Tom will injure nothing.

	The palsie plagues my pulses		The palsie plagues my pulses
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	While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,		While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,
	Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"		Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"
	~~Come dame or maid~~, be not afraid,		Sweet Cit'zens all, be not afraid,
	Poor Tom will injure nothing.		Poor Tom will injure nothing.

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	Poor Tom will injure nothing.		Poor Tom will injure nothing.

	The ~~Gipsie Snap~~ and ~~Pedro~~		The Bravo, Druj and Grendel
	Are none of Tom's companions.		Are none of Tom's companions.
	The punk I skorne and the cut purse sworne		The punk I skorne and the cut purse sworne
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	While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,		While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,
	Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"		Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"
	~~Come dame or maid~~, be not afraid,		Sweet Cit'zens all, be not afraid,
	Poor Tom will injure nothing.		Poor Tom will injure nothing.

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	While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,		While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,
	Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"		Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"
	~~Come dame or maid~~, be not afraid,		Sweet Cit'zens all, be not afraid,
	Poor Tom will injure nothing.		Poor Tom will injure nothing.
	</song>		</song>

Harry at 10:03, 1 August 2019

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	There's a ~~(poor quality)~~ recording of the song here:		There's a recording of the song here:

	~~http~~://~~www.reverbnation~~.com/~~artist/artist_songs~~/~~1250565~~		https://soundcloud.com/ubermodo/tom-o-bedlam

	The lyrics are:		The lyrics are:

Harry at 13:44, 30 September 2012

2012-09-30T13:44:23Z

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			There's a (poor quality) recording of the song here:

			http://www.reverbnation.com/artist/artist_songs/1250565

			The lyrics are:

	<song>		<song>
	From the hagg and hungrie goblin		From the hagg and hungrie goblin
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	Poor Tom will injure nothing.		Poor Tom will injure nothing.

	I know more than ~~Apollo~~,		I know more than the sun do,
	For oft, when he lies sleeping		For oft, when he lies sleeping
	I see the stars at bloody wars		I see the stars at bloody wars

Wildwinter at 10:09, 24 July 2012

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Harry at 18:01, 9 July 2012

2012-07-09T18:01:26Z

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	Poor Tom will injure nothing.		Poor Tom will injure nothing.

			[[Category:Marches Music]]
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Harry at 18:00, 9 July 2012

2012-07-09T18:00:13Z

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Harry at 17:57, 9 July 2012

2012-07-09T17:57:41Z

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Tom O'Bedlam's Song

From the hagg and hungrie goblin
That into raggs would rend ye,
And the spirit that stands by the naked man
In the Book of Moones - defend ye!
That of your five sound senses
You never be forsaken,
Nor wander from your selves with Tom
Abroad to beg your bacon.

While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,
Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"
Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
Poor Tom will injure nothing.

Of thirty bare years have I
Twice twenty been enraged,
And of forty been three times fifteen
In durance soundly caged.
On the lordly lofts of Bedlam,
With stubble soft and dainty,
Brave bracelets strong, sweet whips ding-dong,
With wholesome hunger plenty.

While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,
Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"
Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
Poor Tom will injure nothing.

With a thought I took for Maudlin
And a cruse of cockle pottage,
With a thing thus tall, skie blesse you all,
I befell into this dotage.
I slept not since the Conquest,
Till then I never waked,
Till the roguish boy of love where I lay
Me found and stript me naked. Maudlin - a prostitute. Cockle pottage could be venereal disease (cockles: the labia minor)

While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,
Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"
Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
Poor Tom will injure nothing.

When I short have shorne my sowre face
And swigged my horny barrel,
In an oaken inn I pound my skin
As a suit of gilt apparel.
The moon's my constant Mistrisse,
And the lowly owl my morrowe,
The flaming Drake and the Nightcrow make
Me music to my sorrow.

While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,
Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"
Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
Poor Tom will injure nothing.

The palsie plagues my pulses
When I prigg your pigs or pullen,
Your culvers take, or matchless make
Your Chanticleers, or sullen.
When I want provant, with Humfrie
I sup, and when benighted,
I repose in Powles with waking souls
Yet never am affrighted.

While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,
Feedinge, drinke or 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 see the stars at bloody wars
In the wounded welkin weeping,
The moone embrace her shepherd
And the queen of Love her warrior,
While the first doth horne the star of morne,
And the next the heavenly Farrier.

While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,
Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"
Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
Poor Tom will injure nothing.

The Gipsie Snap and Pedro
Are none of Tom's companions.
The punk I skorne and the cut purse sworne
And the roaring boyes bravadoe.
The meek, the white, the gentle,
Me handle touch and spare not
But those that crosse Tom Rynosseros
Do what the panther dare not.

While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,
Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"
Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
Poor Tom will injure nothing.

With a 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 ghostes and shadowes
I summon'd am to tourney
Ten leagues beyond the wild world's end.
Methinks it is no journey.

While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,
Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"
Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
Poor Tom will injure nothing.

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	Tom O'Bedlam's Song		Tom O'Bedlam's Song

	From the hagg and hungrie goblin		From the hagg and hungrie goblin
	That into raggs would rend ye,		That into raggs would rend ye,
	And the spirit that stands by the naked man		And the spirit that stands by the naked man
	In the Book of Moones - defend ye!		In the Book of Moones - defend ye!
	That of your five sound senses		That of your five sound senses
	You never be forsaken,		You never be forsaken,
	Nor wander from your selves with Tom		Nor wander from your selves with Tom
	Abroad to beg your bacon.		Abroad to beg your bacon.

	While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,		While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,
	Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"		Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"
	Come dame or maid, be not afraid,		Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
	Poor Tom will injure nothing.		Poor Tom will injure nothing.

	Of thirty bare years have I		Of thirty bare years have I
	Twice twenty been enraged,		Twice twenty been enraged,
	And of forty been three times fifteen		And of forty been three times fifteen
	In durance soundly caged.		In durance soundly caged.
	On the lordly lofts of Bedlam,		On the lordly lofts of Bedlam,
	With stubble soft and dainty,		With stubble soft and dainty,
	Brave bracelets strong, sweet whips ding-dong,		Brave bracelets strong, sweet whips ding-dong,
	With wholesome hunger plenty.		With wholesome hunger plenty.

	While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,		While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,
	Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"		Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"
	Come dame or maid, be not afraid,		Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
	Poor Tom will injure nothing.		Poor Tom will injure nothing.

	With a thought I took for Maudlin		With a thought I took for Maudlin
	And a cruse of cockle pottage,		And a cruse of cockle pottage,
	With a thing thus tall, skie blesse you all,		With a thing thus tall, skie blesse you all,
	I befell into this dotage.		I befell into this dotage.
	I slept not since the Conquest,		I slept not since the Conquest,
	Till then I never waked,		Till then I never waked,
	Till the roguish boy of love where I lay		Till the roguish boy of love where I lay
	Me found and stript me naked. ~~Maudlin - a prostitute. Cockle pottage could be venereal disease (cockles: the labia minor)~~		Me found and stript me naked.

	While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,		While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,
	Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"		Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"
	Come dame or maid, be not afraid,		Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
	Poor Tom will injure nothing.		Poor Tom will injure nothing.

	When I short have shorne my sowre face		When I short have shorne my sowre face
	And swigged my horny barrel,		And swigged my horny barrel,
	In an oaken inn I pound my skin		In an oaken inn I pound my skin
	As a suit of gilt apparel.		As a suit of gilt apparel.
	The moon's my constant Mistrisse,		The moon's my constant Mistrisse,
	And the lowly owl my morrowe,		And the lowly owl my morrowe,
	The flaming Drake and the Nightcrow make		The flaming Drake and the Nightcrow make
	Me music to my sorrow.		Me music to my sorrow.

	While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,		While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,
	Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"		Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"
	Come dame or maid, be not afraid,		Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
	Poor Tom will injure nothing.		Poor Tom will injure nothing.

	The palsie plagues my pulses		The palsie plagues my pulses
	When I prigg your pigs or pullen,		When I prigg your pigs or pullen,
	Your culvers take, or matchless make		Your culvers take, or matchless make
	Your Chanticleers, or sullen.		Your Chanticleers, or sullen.
	When I want provant, with Humfrie		When I want provant, with Humfrie
	I sup, and when benighted,		I sup, and when benighted,
	I repose in Powles with waking souls		I repose in Powles with waking souls
	Yet never am affrighted.		Yet never am affrighted.

	While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,		While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,
	Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"		Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"
	Come dame or maid, be not afraid,		Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
	Poor Tom will injure nothing.		Poor Tom will injure nothing.

	I know more than Apollo,		I know more than Apollo,
	For oft, when he lies sleeping		For oft, when he lies sleeping
	I see the stars at bloody wars		I see the stars at bloody wars
	In the wounded welkin weeping,		In the wounded welkin weeping,
	The moone embrace her shepherd		The moone embrace her shepherd
	And the queen of Love her warrior,		And the queen of Love her warrior,
	While the first doth horne the star of morne,		While the first doth horne the star of morne,
	And the next the heavenly Farrier.		And the next the heavenly Farrier.

	While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,		While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,
	Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"		Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"
	Come dame or maid, be not afraid,		Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
	Poor Tom will injure nothing.		Poor Tom will injure nothing.

	The Gipsie Snap and Pedro		The Gipsie Snap and Pedro
	Are none of Tom's companions.		Are none of Tom's companions.
	The punk I skorne and the cut purse sworne		The punk I skorne and the cut purse sworne
	And the roaring boyes bravadoe.		And the roaring boyes bravadoe.
	The meek, the white, the gentle,		The meek, the white, the gentle,
	Me handle touch and spare not		Me handle touch and spare not
	But those that crosse Tom Rynosseros		But those that crosse Tom Rynosseros
	Do what the panther dare not.		Do what the panther dare not.

	While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,		While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,
	Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"		Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"
	Come dame or maid, be not afraid,		Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
	Poor Tom will injure nothing.		Poor Tom will injure nothing.

	With a host of furious fancies		With a host of furious fancies
	Whereof I am commander,		Whereof I am commander,
	With a burning spear and a horse of air,		With a burning spear and a horse of air,
	To the wilderness I wander.		To the wilderness I wander.
	By a knight of ghostes and shadowes		By a knight of ghostes and shadowes
	I summon'd am to tourney		I summon'd am to tourney
	Ten leagues beyond the wild world's end.		Ten leagues beyond the wild world's end.
	Methinks it is no journey.		Methinks it is no journey.

	While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,		While I doe sing "any foode, any feeding,
	Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"		Feedinge, drinke or clothing,"
	Come dame or maid, be not afraid,		Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
	Poor Tom will injure nothing.		Poor Tom will injure nothing.