History & Politics

Tom Tell-truth

by Anonymous (English broadside ballads) c. 1540–1700

From English Broadside Ballads (TCP)

History & Politics

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.

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Full title: TOM Tell-Truth. To the tune of, Tantararara, tantivee. TCP B06161 (1681-1684?).

MLA

Anonymous (English broadside ballads). “Tom Tell-truth.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-english-broadsides/329/.

Chicago

Anonymous (English broadside ballads). “Tom Tell-truth.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-english-broadsides/329/.

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