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Patricia Fumerton Early Modern Center - English Department University of California Santa Barbara, CA 93105 United States of America EMail: pfumer@english.ucsb.edu

1.502-503 R234204 1 Grays-Inn-Mask Gray's Inn Mask Grays Inn Mask FOrth from my sad and darksome Cell,/ Or from the deep Abiss of Hell, BAcchus the Father of drunken Nowles/ Full Mazers, Beakers Glasses, Bowles Pepys 1.502-503 Wing N662[B]; Rollins (2) 1878 (Mch. 1, 1675, ii, 498); Rollins (2) 2656 (Mch. 1, 1675, ii, 501). Woodblock 1: under title and tune, above column 1: A shirtless bearded man (presumably mad Tom?) stands facing the right of the cut with his right arm extended by his side.. He wears a leafy garland on his head, and a skirt or kilt that is ragged is around his waist. A bugle or horn hangs from his waist, and he holds a stick or staff in his left arm. There are plants in the background.: 107 x 82 Woodblock 2: under title and tune, above column 2: A small cut depicts a man ins a broad hat and white collar playing the bagpipe. Some plants grow in the background. : 72 x 42 Woodblock 3: under title and tune, above column 3: The man in the moon has short hair and a beard. He stands ballanced on the crescent of the moon, with a wine glass in his right hand and a jug in his left hand. He wears a tailored doublet with a kilt and hose with ribbon garters. : 93 x 92 Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 502 New Mad Tom of Bedlam/ OR,/ The Man in the Moon drinks Clarret,/ With Powder-beef, Turnep and Carret. New Mad Tom of Bedlam OR, The Man in the Moon drinks Clarret, With Powder-beef, Turnep and Carret. New Mad Tom of Bedlam or, the Man in the Moon Drinks Claret, With Powder Beef, Turnip and Carrot. The Man in the MOON Drinks Clarret./ As it was lately Sung at the Curtain Holy-Well. The Man in the MOON Drinks Clarret. As it was lately Sung at the Curtain Holy-Well. The Man in the Moon Drinks Claret. As It Was Lately Sung at the Curtain Holywell. single sheet oblong folio, pasted across 2 pages, 270 x 343 cropped top edge, torn left and right edges, damaged surface, uneven inking 1681-1684 Printed for I. Wright, I. Clark, VV. Thackeray, and T. Passinger J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackeray, T. Passinger Blagden

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 Taxonomy used by Pepys to Organize Ballads in Albums A Small Promiscuous Supplement Devotion & Morality Drinking & Good Fellowship History - True & Fabulous Humour, Frollicks &c Love Pleasant Love Pleasant and Unfortunate Love Unfortunate Marriage Sea State & Times Tragedy Various Subjects Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/health alcohol animals/nature appearance Bible/biblical figures buildings/architecture catastrophe children class clothing/fashion country/nation crime death economics/trade entertainment family/procreation folklore gender historical figures & events holidays/seasons infidelity law London love maritime marriage military/war monstrosity mythology/Classical world news nobility/court politics/government punishment religious concepts religious figures religious types & sects royalty rural life servitude sex/sexuality supernatural/magic The New World travel trickery/deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgarities/crass humor Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 4/23/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America A Small Promiscuous Supplement affliction/health alcohol entertainment mythology/Classicalworld Ballads, English 17th century Broadsides, England 17th century 05/13/2008 Checker Kris McAbee transcription corrected 04/23/2008 Checker Patrick Ludolph checked transcription, metadata added, xml created 07/15/2006 Transcriber Eric Nebeker original transcription 07/26/2004 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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FOrth from my sad and darksome Cell, Or from the deep Abiss of Hell, Mad Tom is come to view the world again, To see if he can ease his distempered Brain: Fear and care doth pierce the Soul, Hark how the angry Furies howl; Pluto laughs and Proserpine is, glad, To see poor naked Tom of Bedlam mad: Through the world I wander night and day, to find my stragling sences, In an angry mood I found ol Time, with's Pentarchy of Tenches, When me he spies, Away he flies, For time will way for no man, In vain with cries, I rend the skies, For pitty is not common. Cold and comfortless I lye, Help, O help, or else I dye, Hark I hear Appoll's Theam, The Carman gins to Whistle, Chast Diana Bends her Bow, The Boar begins to Bristle: Come Vulcan with Tools and with Tackle: shake off my troublesome shackle, Let Charles make ready his Wain, To bring my sences again.
Last night I heard the Dog-Star bark Mars met Venus in the Dark, Leaping Vulcan het an Iron-Bar, And furiously did run at the God of War, Mars with his Weapon laid about, But Vulcans Temples had the Gout, His broad horns did so hang in his sight, He could not see to aim his Blows aright: Mercury the Nimble Post of heaven, Laid still to see the Quarrel, Gorrel bellied Baccus Gyant-like, bestri'd a strong Beer Barrel: To me he drank, I did him thank, But I could get no Syder, He drank whole Buts, Till he crackt his Guts, But mine were ne'r the wider. Poor naked Tom is very dry, A little drink for Charity: Hark I hear Acteon's Hounds, The Huntsman whoops and Hollows, Ringing Royster, Bowman Jowler At the chase now follows: The man ith Moon Drinks Clarret, With Powder beef Turney and Carret, A Cup of Old Mallago Sack, Will fire the Bush at his back.
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BAcchus the Father of drunken Nowles Full Mazers, Beakers Glasses, Bowles Greasie Flapdragons, Flemish Upsie freeze; With health stab'd in arms upon naked knees Of all his Wines he makes you tasters, So you Tipple like Bumbasters: Drink till you reel, a welcome he doth give, O how the boon Claret makes you live: Not a Painter purer Colour shows, then what's laid on by Clarret, Pearl and Ruby doth set out the Nose when thin small Beer doth mar it. Rich Wine is good, It heats the blood, It makes an old man lusty, The young to brawl, And Drawers up call, Before being too much musty. Whether you drink all or little, Pot it so your selves to wittle, Then though twelve A Clock it be, Yet all the way go Roaring, If the Band Of Bills cry siand, Swear that you must a Whor------ Such Gambols, such tricks such Fegaries, We fetch though we touch no Canaries: Drink wine till the Welkin roars, And cry out out a Pox of your Scores. In Wine we calls for Bawdy Jggs, Catzoes, Rumbilloes, Whirligigs, Campo got in Huff-Cap vain,
The Devil in the place you wot were raign, Brave wine it thus tickles our Heels, Mull'd well in wine none sorrows feels: Our moon-man and his powder beef mad crew thus caper thrugh the liquor sweet turnep drew Round about over Tables and joyn'd-stools let's dance with naked Rapiers, Cut the Fiddle-strings and then like fools kick out the fum fum scrapers: There is no sound That cares can wound, As lids of wine pots clinking; Theres no such sport, When all amort, Men cry lets fall a drinking: O 'tis Nappy Geer, Would each Belly was filled here, Herrings pickl'd Must be tickel'd' Down to draw the Liquor: The salt Sammon, And fat Gammon, makes our Wine drink quicker. Our man in the Moon drinks Clarret, If he doth so, why should not you, Drink until the sky looks blew. Hey for a turn thus above ground hey, O my Noddle too heavy doth weigh, Metheglin, Perry Syder, nor strong Ale, Are half so heady be they ne'r so stale: Wine in our Guts can never rumble, Down now & then though it maks us stumble Yet scrambling up a drunkard feels no pain, But cryes Sirrah Boy, tother Pottle again We can drink no more unless we have full pipes of Trinnidado, Give us the best it keeps our brains, more warm then can freezado. It makes us sing, And cry hey ding, And laugh when Pipes lye broken, For which to pay At going away, We scorn a Mustard token, Never curse the sawcy score, Out-swear the Bar you'l pay no more: In these days He is no Gallant That cannot puff and swagger, Though he dare Not kill a sheep, Yet our must flye his Dagger. If then you do love my Hoast's Clarret, Fat powder beef, Turnep and Carret, Come agen, and agen, And still welcome Gentlemen.
Printed for J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger.