History & Politics
Tom Tell-truth
From English Broadside Ballads (TCP)
I killed a Man and he was dead,
fa la la la la la,
I killed a Man and he was dead,
fa la, &c.
I killed a Man and he was dead,
And run to St. Albans without a head
with a fa la, fa la la la, fa la la la la la la.
I asked him why he run so wild,
fa la, &c.
I asked him why he run so wild,
fa la, &c.
I asked him why run so wild.
He told me he got a Maid with-Child,
with a fa la, &c.
And in his head there was a Spring,
fa la, &c.
And in his head there was a Spring,
fa la, &c.
And in his head there was a Spring,
A thousand great Salmons about there did swim,
with a fa la, &c.
I Sadled a Whore and rid to White-Hall,
fa la, &c.
I Sadled a hore and rid to White-Hall,
fa la, &c.
I Sadled a Whore and rid to White-Hall,
And under the Gate-house she gave me a fall,
with a fa, &c.
I lay in a Swound three and twenty long year,
fa la, &c.
I lay in a Swound three and twenty long year,
fa la, &c.
I lay in a Swound three and twenty long year,
And when I awak'd I was filled with fear,
with a fa la, &c.
The thing that did fright me I cannot express,
fa la, &c.
The thing that did fright me I cannot express,
fa la, &c.
The thing that did fright me I cannot express,
I saw a Man big as the Tower, no less,
with a fa la, &c.
This Man with the Monument would run away,
fa la, &c.
This Man with the Monument would run away,
fa la, &c.
This Man with the Monument would run away,
But at Algate Watch they did him stay,
with a fa la, &c.
I got up agen and rid to Hide-Park,
fa la, &c.
I got up agen and rid to Hide-Park,
fa la, &c.
I got up agen and rid to Hide-Park,
And made the Old Whore to sneeze and to fart,
with a fa la, &c.
A top of Pauls Steeple there did I see,
fa la, &c.
A top of Pauls Steeple there did I see,
fa la, &c.
A top of Pauls Steeple there did I see,
A delicate dainty fine Apple-Tree,
with a fa la, &c.
The Apples were ripe and ready to fall,
fa la, &c.
The Apples were ripe and ready to fall,
fa la, &c.
The Apples were ripe and ready to fall,
And kill'd seven hundred Men on a Stall,
with a fa la, &c.
The blood did run both too and fro,
fa la, &c.
The blood did run both too and fro,
fa la, &c.
The blood did run both too and fro,
Which caused seven Water-Mills all for to go,
with a fa la, &c.
I see Pauls Steeple run upon Wheels,
fa la, &c.
I see Pauls Steeple run upon Wheels,
fa la, &c.
I see Pauls Steeple run upon Wheels,
And in the middle of all Moor-fields,
with a fa la la la la la, fa la la la la la la.
Codex Note
Full title: TOM Tell-Truth. To the tune of, Tantararara, tantivee. TCP B06161 (1681-1684?).
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Anonymous (English broadside ballads). “Tom Tell-truth.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-english-broadsides/329/.
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Anonymous (English broadside ballads). “Tom Tell-truth.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-english-broadsides/329/.
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