Glen Collection of printed music > Printed music > Wit and mirth, or, Pills to purge melancholy > Volume 4

1 90 Songs Compleat,
I went to Pluto's Kitchin, to beg some Food one
Morning,
And there I got Souls piping hot, with which the Spits
were turning :
Yet will I sing Bonny Boys, bonny Mad Boys, Bedlam
Boys are Bonny ;
They still go bare and live by the Air, and want no
Drink, nor Money.
Then took I up a Cauldron where boyl'd Ten Thou-
sand Harlots,
'Twas full of Flame, yet I drank the same to the health
of all such Varlets.
Yet will I, &c.
A Spirit as hot as Lightning, did in that Journey guide
me,
The Sun did shake, and the pale Moon quake, as soon
as e'er they spi'd me :
Yet will 1, &c.
And now that I have gotten a Lease, than Dooms-day
longer,
To live on Earth with some in Mirth, ten Whales shall
- feed my Hunger :
Yet will I, &c.
No Gipsie, Slut, or Doxy, shall win my mad Tom from
me,
We'll weep all Night, and with Stars fight, the Fray
will well become me :
Yet will I, &c.
And when that I have beaten the Man i'th' Moon to
Powder,
His Dog I'll take, and him I'll make as could no
Dcemon louder :
Yet will I, &c,
A Health to Tom of Bedlam, go fill the Seas in Barrels,
I'll drink it all, well Brew'd with Gall, and Maudling-
Drunk, I'll Quarrel :
Yet will I, &c John