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 her back Grey mane and grey tail, green striped on 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 -a my hide, and she bruised my shirt From saddle to stirrup I mounted again And on our ten toes we 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 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's alone Took my hat in my hand, for to keep my head warm Ten thousand got drowned that never was born