In 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 big horse, it was a roan and grey mare
Grey mane and grey tail, green stripes down her back
Grey mane and grey tail, green stripes down 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 at my hide and bruised my shirt
From saddle to stirrup I mounted again
And on my ten toes I rode over the plain


So the king and the queen
And the company of men
A-walking behind
And riding before
Now a stark naked drummer
Come ride and along
With his hands in his bosom
And beats in his drums

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, hard cold frozen stone
Ten thousand around me
Yet I was alone
Took my hat in my hand
For to keep my head warm
Ten thousand got drownded that never were born