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 tell me the way to Nottamun Town. I rode a big horse that was called a grey mare, Grey mane and tail, grey stripes down his back, Grey mane and tail, grey stripes down his back, There weren't a hair on him but what was called black. She stood so still, she threw me to the dirt, She tore my hide and bruised my shirt; From stirrup to stirrup I mounted again And on my ten toes I rode over the plain. Met the King and the Queen and a company of men A-walking behind and a-riding before. A stark naked drummer came walking along With his hands in his bosom a-beating his drum. Sat down on a hot and cold frozen stone, Ten thousand stood round me yet I was alone. Took my heart in my hand to keep my head warm. Ten thousand got drowned that never were born. |