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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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