Nottamun Town
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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 his back Grey mane and grey tail, green striped on his back There weren't a hair on her but 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 my ten toes I 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 They laughed and they smiled, not a soul did look gay They talked all the while, not a word they did say 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 was alone Took my hat in my hand, for to keep my head warm Ten thousand got drowned that never was born |
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