SHANNON - BEDLAM BOYS (official video)

BEDLAM BOYS music - SHANNON director - Ula Kijak cinematographer - Bartosz Ciesielski scenographer - Dominika Skaza executive producer - Tomasz Drzewiecki w rolach głównych PACJENCI: / PATIENTS: Marcin Rumiński Maria Rumińska Marcin Drabik Patrycja Napierała Jacek Fedkowicz Oisin Dillon PIELĘGNIARZE: / NURSES: Marta Jalowska Cezary Ozga "Ozi" Paweł Parczewski Sławek Przytuła “Szczawek” Tomasz Tyszewicz DUSZEK: / GHOST: Dobrosława Rumińska music and lyrics traditional/ ​muzyka i słowa piosenki - tradycyjne arrangement / aranżacja - Maria Rumińska / SHANNON Realizacja/Recordings - Marcin Rumiński ​Mix - Marek Heimbürger w SL SOUND Studio   / slsoundstudio   Mastering - Kevin McNoldy w Cphonic Online   / cphonic   Nagrań dokonano / Recorded: 2015 Siwiki/PL Shannon: Maria Rumińska - melodeon / vocals Marcin Rumiński - whistles / vocals Marcin Drabik - fiddle Oisin Dillon - guitar / vocals Patrycja Napierała - bodhrán ​Jacek Fedkowicz - bass gościnnie / featuring: ​Michał Karczewski - banjo (rejestracja gościa - Kuba Orłowski - Tralalab Studio) BEDLAM BOYS For to see my Tom of Bedlam, 10,000 miles I'd travel Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes, to save her shoes from gravel. Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys, Bedlam boys are bonnie For they all go bare and they live by the air, And they want no drink nor money. I went down to Satan's kitchen, to break me fast one morning And there I got souls piping hot, all on the spit a turning. There I took a cauldron, Where boiled ten thousand harlots Though full of flame I drank the same, To the health of all such varlets. My staff has murdered giants, my bag a long knife carries To cut mince pies from children's thighs, For which to feed the fairies. No gypsy slut nor doxy, shall win my Mad Tom from me I'll weep all night, with stars I'll fight, The fray shall well become me. So I drink to Tom of Bedlam, go fill the seas in barrels I'll drink it all, all brewed with gall, Mad Maudlin drunk I quarrel. The Spirits white as lightning, shall on my travels guide me The stars would shake and the moon would quake, When'ere they espied me. The Moon's my constant misstress, the lonely owl my marrow The flaming drake and the night crow Make me music to my sorrow. www.shannonband.com