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Re: Samizdat Tom

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Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]>

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Poetryetc: poetry and poetics

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Tue, 11 Sep 2012 09:14:41 +0100

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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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