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Now not getting sense out of DB I have looked up refrain by my poor little self owzatt?? While I do sing "any food, any feeding, Feeding, drink or clothing?" Come dame or maid, be not afraid: Poor Tom will injure nothing. From Robert Graves The Common Asphodel (London: Hamish Hamilton, 1949) while I doe sing any foode, any feeding, feedinge--drinke or clothing, Come dame or maid, be not afraid poore Tom will iniure nothing. From old David B -----Original Message----- From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of David Bircumshaw Sent: 11 September 2012 20:21 To: [log in to unmask] Subject: Re: Samizdat Tom On 11 September 2012 20:09, Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]>wrote: Do I get a translation my dear old git?? You might not like it. It spells a dire fate for P.McManus: "wyrd ungemete neah". Not good that, especially when it involves "sundur gedælan/ lif wið lice". Nasty that, and usually quite messy, when occurring in Old English. I think it's a shame, that P.McManus, he wasn't a bad 'gomelan', though a very advanced specimen. On 11 September 2012 20:09, Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]>wrote: > Do I get a translation my dear old git?? > P > > -----Original Message----- > From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] > On Behalf Of David Bircumshaw > Sent: 11 September 2012 17:34 > To: [log in to unmask] > Subject: Re: Samizdat Tom > > I think you should take careful note of: no þon lange wæs/ feorh > P.McManuses > :) > > > On 11 September 2012 15:41, Patrick McManus > <[log in to unmask]>wrote: > > > :-) > > P Gesæt ða on næsse > > > > -----Original Message----- > > From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics > > [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of David Bircumshaw > > Sent: 11 September 2012 10:23 > > To: [log in to unmask] > > Subject: Re: Samizdat Tom > > > > 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 > > <[log in to unmask]>wrote: > > > > > 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 > > > ** > > > Website and A Chide's Alphabet > > > http://www.staplednapkin.org.uk > > > The Animal Subsides > > > http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html > > > Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/david.bircumshaw > > > twitter: http://twitter.com/bucketshave > > > blog: http://groggydays.blogspot.com/ Leicester Poetry Society: > > > http://www.poetryleicester.com > > > > > > > > > > > -- > > David Joseph Bircumshaw > > ** > > Website and A Chide's Alphabet > > http://www.staplednapkin.org.uk > > The Animal Subsides > > http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html > > Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/david.bircumshaw > > twitter: http://twitter.com/bucketshave > > blog: http://groggydays.blogspot.com/ Leicester Poetry Society: > > http://www.poetryleicester.com > > > > > > -- > David Joseph Bircumshaw > ** > Website and A Chide's Alphabet > http://www.staplednapkin.org.uk > The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html > Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/david.bircumshaw > twitter: http://twitter.com/bucketshave > blog: http://groggydays.blogspot.com/ > Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.com > -- David Joseph Bircumshaw ** Website and A Chide's Alphabet http://www.staplednapkin.org.uk The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/david.bircumshaw twitter: http://twitter.com/bucketshave blog: http://groggydays.blogspot.com/ Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.com