Nottamun Town

In fair Nottamun Town, not a soul would look up
 Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down
 Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down
 To show me the way to fair Nottamun Town
 I rode a grey horse, a mule roany mare
 Grey mane and grey tail, green striped on her back
 Grey mane and grey tail, green striped on her back
 There wa'nt a hair on her be-what was coal black
 She stood so still, She threw me to the dirt
 She tore -a my hide, and she bruised my shirt
 From saddle to stirrup I mounted again
 And on our ten toes we rode over the plain'
 Met the King and the Queen and the company more
 Came a riding behind and a walking before
 Come a stark naked drummer, -a beating a drum
 With his heels in his bosom come marching along
 I bought me a quart to drive gladness away
 And to stifle the dust, for it rained the whole day
 Sat down on a hard, hot cold frozen stone
 Ten thousand stood round me yet I's alone
 Took my hat in my hand, for to keep my head warm
 Ten thousand got drowned that never was born