From the hag and hungry goblin
That into rags would rend ye,
The spirit that stands by the naked man
In the Book of Moons defend ye,
From the hag and hungry goblin
That into rags would rend ye,
The spirit that stands by the naked man
In the Book of Moons defend ye,
That of your five sound senses
You never be forsaken,
Nor wander from your selves with Tom
Abroad to beg your bacon,
While I do sing, Any food, any feeding,
Feeding, drink, or clothing;
Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
Poor Tom will injure nothing.
Of thirty bare years have I
Twice twenty been enragèd,
And of forty been three times fifteen
In durance soundly cagèd
On the lordly lofts of Bedlam,
With stubble soft and dainty,
Brave bracelets strong, sweet whips ding-dong,
With wholesome hunger plenty,
And now I sing, Any food, any feeding,
Feeding, drink, or clothing;
Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
Poor Tom will injure nothing.
With a thought I took for Maudlin
And a cruse of cockle pottage,
With a thing thus tall, sky bless you all,
I befell into this dotage.
I slept not since the Conquest,
Till then I never wakèd,
Till the roguish boy of love where I lay
Me found and stript me nakèd.
And now I sing, Any food, any feeding,
Feeding, drink, or clothing;
Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
Poor Tom will injure nothing.
When I short have shorn my sow's face
And swigged my horny barrel,
In an oaken inn I pound my skin
As a suit of gilt apparel;
The moon's my constant mistress,
And the lowly owl my marrow;
The flaming drake and the night crow make
Me music to my sorrow.
While I do sing, Any food, any feeding,
Feeding, drink, or clothing;
Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
Poor Tom will injure nothing.
The palsy plagues my pulses
When I prig your pigs or pullen,
Your culvers take, or matchless make
Your Chanticleer or Sullen.
When I want provant with Humphrey
I sup, and when benighted,
I repose in Paul's with waking souls
Yet never am affrighted.
But I do sing, Any food, any feeding,
Feeding, drink, or clothing;
Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
Poor Tom will injure nothing.
I know more than Apollo,
For oft, when he lies sleeping
I see the stars at bloody wars
In the wounded welkin weeping;
The moon embrace her shepherd,
And the Queen of Love her warrior,
While the first doth horn the star of morn,
And the next the heavenly Farrier.
While I do sing, Any food, any feeding,
Feeding, drink, or clothing;
Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
Poor Tom will injure nothing.
The gypsies, Snap and Pedro,
Are none of Tom's comradoes,
The punk I scorn and the cutpurse sworn,
And the roaring boy's bravadoes.
The meek, the white, the gentle
Me handle, touch, and spare not;
But those that cross Tom Rynosseros
Do what the panther dare not.
Although I sing, Any food, any feeding,
Feeding, drink, or clothing;
Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
Poor Tom will injure nothing.
With a host of furious fancies
Whereof I am commander,
With a burning spear and a horse of air,
To the wilderness I wander.
By a knight of ghosts and shadows
I summoned am to tourney
Ten leagues beyond the wide world's end:
Methinks it is no journey.
Yet will I sing, Any food, any feeding,
Feeding, drink, or clothing;
Come dame or maid, be not afraid,
Poor Tom will injure nothing.
从女巫和饥饿的妖精
这成碎纸会撕裂你们，
该站由裸体男子精神
在月亮的书保卫你们，
那你的五种感官
你永远不会被抛弃，
也不是来自你的自我与汤姆漂移
国外乞求你的腊肉，
虽然我唱的，任何食品，任何喂养，
进料，饮料，或衣物;
快来圣母院或佣人，不要害怕，
可怜的汤姆会损害什么。
30裸露多年的有我
两次20被激怒了，
四十的过三次15
在禁锢香甜笼
在疯人院的气派阁楼，
随着茬柔软适口，
勇敢的手镯强，甜滑索叮咚，
有了健康的饥饿感充足，
而现在我唱，任何食品，任何喂养，
进料，饮料，或衣物;
快来圣母院或佣人，不要害怕，
可怜的汤姆会损害什么。
有了一个想法我带着伤感的
恶草浓汤的巡航，
有了这样的东西高大，天空祝福你们，
我降临到这个溺爱。
我没有睡，因为征服，
在那之前我从来没有醒，
直到爱的调皮男孩，我躺在
我发现stript我的裸体。
而现在我唱，任何食品，任何喂养，
进料，饮料，或衣物;
快来圣母院或佣人，不要害怕，
可怜的汤姆会损害什么。
当我有短剪毛我的母猪的脸
而swigged我的角质桶，
在橡木客栈我英镑，我的皮肤
作为镀金一套衣服;
月亮是我不变的情妇，
而低猫头鹰我的骨髓;
火红的公鸭和夜鸦化妆
我的音乐我的悲哀。
虽然我唱的，任何食品，任何喂养，
进料，饮料，或衣物;
快来圣母院或佣人，不要害怕，
可怜的汤姆会损害什么。
麻痹瘟疫我的脉冲
当我一本正经的猪或普伦，
你卡弗斯采取或化妆无匹
你的殿堂级或忧郁。
当我想和汉弗莱provant
我晚饭，和愚昧的时候，
我在保罗的寄托与苏醒的灵魂
但从来没有感到惊恐。
但我唱歌，任何食品，任何喂养，
进料，饮料，或衣物;
快来圣母院或佣人，不要害怕，
可怜的汤姆会损害什么。
我知道的比阿波罗多，
对于经常，当他处于睡眠
我看到星星在血腥战争
在受伤的苍穹哭泣;
月亮拥抱她的牧羊犬，
和爱的女王她的战士，
虽然第一岂喇叭黎明的明星，
而接下来天上的里尔。
虽然我唱的，任何食品，任何喂养，
进料，饮料，或衣物;
快来圣母院或佣人，不要害怕，
可怜的汤姆会损害什么。
吉普赛人，捕捉和佩德罗，
是没有汤姆的comradoes的，
我瞧不起朋克和宣誓cutpurse，
而咆哮男孩的bravadoes。
温柔的人，白，温柔
我来处理，触摸和备用没有;
但那些跨汤姆Rynosseros
不要豹不敢什么。
虽然我唱的，任何食品，任何喂养，
进料，饮料，或衣物;
快来圣母院或佣人，不要害怕，
可怜的汤姆会损害什么。
随着激烈的幻想的主机
1:25我的指挥官，
用燃烧的矛和空气的马，
旷野我徘徊。
通过鬼和阴影的骑士
我召唤时至锦标赛
十年里格宽世界的尽头：
依我看这是没有的旅程。
然而，我会唱歌，任何食品，任何喂养，
进料，饮料，或衣物;
快来圣母院或佣人，不要害怕，
可怜的汤姆会损害什么。