The chorus has been omitted, Patrick. I have though only just made this
discovery, in an Anglo-Saxon text, of you by name! What can it mean?
Gesæt ða on næsse niðheard cyning,
þenden hælo abead heorðgeneatum,
goldwine Geata. Him wæs geomor sefa,
wæfre ond wælfus, wyrd ungemete neah,
se ðone gomelan gretan sceolde,
secean sawle hord, sundur gedælan
lif wið lice, no þon lange wæs
feorh P.McManuses flæsce bewunden.
On 11 September 2012 09:14, Patrick McManus
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> Actually I can see that Mr Hamilton wrote this -he's having you on!!you can
> tell by his terrible spelling
> Patrick and nowe I sing &c :
> Ps what is the refrain?is it the first verse??
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of David Bircumshaw
> Sent: 11 September 2012 06:56
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: Samizdat Tom
>
> Courtesy of Mr Hamilton again, and the British Museum, here is a
> transcription of the earliest surviving manuscript of Tom a Bedlam.
>
> *A Tom a Bedlam Song *(1616) - *Giles Earle His Booke*
>
>
>
> Transcript based on the text in *Loving Mad Tom, *checked
> against a facsimile
>
> of the MS, with contractions expanded.
>
>
>
> 1
>
>
>
> From the hagg and hungry Goblin,
>
> that into raggs would rend yee,
>
> and the spirit that stand's by the naked man
>
> in the booke of moones defend yee
>
> That of your fiue sounde sences,
>
> You never be forsaken,
>
> Nor wander from your selues with Tom,
>
> abroad to begg your bacon
>
> while I doe sing any foode, any feeding,
>
> feedinge--drinke or clothing,
>
> Come dame or maid, be not afraid
>
> poore Tom will iniure nothing.
>
>
>
> 2
>
>
>
> Of thirty bare yeares haue I
>
> twice twenty bin enraged,
>
> and of forty bin three tymes fifteene
>
> in durance soundlie caged,
>
> On the lordlie loftes of Bedlam
>
> with stubble softe and dainty,
>
> braue braceletts strong, sweet whips ding dong,
>
> with wholesome hunger plenty,
>
> and nowe I sing &c :
>
>
>
> 3
>
>
>
> With a thought I tooke for Maudline
>
> 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 rogysh boy of loue where I lay
>
> mee found and strip't mee naked.
>
> and nowe I sing &c :
>
>
>
>
> 4
>
>
>
> When I short haue shorne my sowce face
>
> And swigg'd my horny barrell,
>
> In an oken Inne I pound my skin
>
> as a suite of guilt apparrell
>
> The moon's my constant Mistresse,
>
> and the lowlie owle my morrowe.
>
> The flaming Drake and the Nightcrowe make
>
> mee musicke to my sorrowe.
>
> while I doe sing &c :
>
>
>
> 5
>
>
>
> The palsie plagues my pulses
>
> when I prigg your piggs or pullen
>
> your culuirs take, or matchles make
>
> your Chanticleare, or sullen
>
> When I want prouant with Humfrie
>
> I sup, and when benighted,
>
> I repose in Powles with waking soules
>
> Yet neuer am affrighted.
>
> But I doe sing &c :
>
>
>
>
>
> 6
>
>
>
> I knowe more then Apollo,
>
> for oft when hee ly's sleeping
>
> I see the starrs att bloudie warres
>
> in the wounded welkin weeping
>
> The moone embrace her shepheard
>
> and the queene of loue her warryer,
>
> while the first doth horne the star of morne :
>
> and the next the heauenly Farrier.
>
> While I doe sing &c :
>
>
>
>
>
> 7
>
>
>
> The Gipsie snap and Pedro
>
> are none of Tom's Comradoes
>
> the punck I skorne and the cutpurse sworn
>
> and the roring boyes bravadoes,
>
> The meeke the white the gentle,
>
> me handle touch, and spare not.
>
> but those that crosse Tom Rynosseross
>
> doe what the Panther dare not.
>
> Although I sing &c :
>
>
>
>
>
> 8
>
>
>
> with an hoast of furious fancies
>
> whereof I am comaunder
>
> with a burning speare and a horse of aire,
>
> to the wildernesse I wander.
>
> By a knight of ghostes and shadowes
>
> I sumon'd am to Tourney.
>
> ten leagues beyond the wild worlds end.
>
> mee thinke it is noe journey
>
> yet will I sing &c :
>
>
>
> --
> David Joseph Bircumshaw
> **
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--
David Joseph Bircumshaw
**
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