Lovin’ Mad Tom Stampfel & Weber

From the hag and hungry goblin
That unto rags would rend ye
All the spirits that stand by the naked man
In the book of moons defend ye
That of your five sound senses
You never be forsaken
Or wander from your selves with Tom
Abroad to beg your bacon

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

A thought I took for Maudlin
And a cruse of cockle pottage
With a thing this tall, Sky bless you all
I befell into this dotage
I slept not since the Conquest
Till then I scarcely waked
The roughish bay of love where I lay
Me found and stripped me naked