New Mad Tom of Bedlam.
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The Man in the Moon drinks Claret,
With Powder-beef, Turnip and Carret.
Tune is, Grays-Inn-Mask.
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FOrth from my sad and darksome Cell,
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Or from the deep abiss of Hell,
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Mad Tom is come to view the world again,
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To see if he can ease his distempered Brain:
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Fear and care doth peirce the Soul,
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Hark how the angry Furies howl,
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Pluto laughs and Proserpine is glad,
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To see poor naked Tom of Bedlam mad:
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Through the World I wander night and day,
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to find my strangling sences,
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In an angry Mood I found old Time,
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with's Pentarchy of Tenches,
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When me he spies
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Away he flies,
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For time will stay for no Man,
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In vain with cryes,
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I rend the Skies,
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[For] pitty is not common,
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Cold and Comfortless I lye
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[Help, O help, or else I dye,
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Hark. I hear
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Apoll's Theam,
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The Carman gins to Whistle,
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Chast Diana
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Bends her Bow,
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The Boar begins to Bristle:
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Come Vulcan with Tools and with Tackle:
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Shake off my troublesome shackle,
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Let Charles make ready his Wain,
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To bring my sences again.]
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Last night I heard the Dog-Star bark
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Mars met Venus in the Dark,
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Leaping Vulcan het an Iron-Bar,
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And furiously did run at the God of War,
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Mars with his Weapon laid about,
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But Vulcans Temples had the Gout,
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His broad Horns did so hang in his sight,
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He could not see to aim his Blows aright:
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Mercury the Nimble Post of Heaven,
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staid still to see the Quarrel,
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Gorrel bellied Baccus Gyant-like,
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bestri'd a strong Beer Barrel:
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To me he drank,
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I did him thank,
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But I could get no Sider,
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He drank whole Buts,
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Till he crackt his guts,
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But mine were ne'r the wider.
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Poor naked Tom is very dry,
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A little drink for charity:
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[Hark I hear
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Acteon's Hounds,
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The Huntsman whoops and Hollows,
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Ringing Royster,
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Bowman Jowler
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At the chase now follows:
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The Man ith Moon drinks Claret.
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With Powder beef Turnep and Carret,
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A cup of Old Mallago Sack,
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Will fire the Bush at his back.]
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