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 gray horse a mule gray mane

Gray mane and gray tail a green stripe down her back

Gray mane and gray tail a green stripe down her back

There wasn't 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 my ten toes I rode over the plain

Met the king and the queen and the company mourn

A walking behind and riding before

Come a stark naked drummer

A beating the drum

With his hands on 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 and yet I's alone

Took my hat in my hand for to keep my head warm

Ten thousand got drowned that never was born